Close your eyes and believe once. What’s the harm in the latest of afternoon sun, white gold. The days are getting longer again, after all. There was a day when everything changed. And then another. They come, and come, and still the light is golden. It’s quiet, blessedly so. All fervor in abatement.… Continue reading Hours, Yet
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I found altar flowers sitting at my doorstep this Sunday, wilting in the Florida August heat – their piety drained, sagging, heavy-blossomed red and peach-colored roses, tall purple somethings at mid-staff, smaller, brighter purple I don’t know whats fading – the weight of it all. I know my flowers about as well as my saints.… Continue reading
In pieces we reassemble with edges a little more ragged. I am, and am exactly where I need to be in this minute of faded normal. So easy to recall, to fall back into blurry dreaming. You know, don’t you? That briefest in-between – by pixel, by shadow, by ones and zeros – through viscous… Continue reading
caroline ridgway 