I am most content in half-light when knitted shadow gives better cover, and I can claim my contours without reprobation from full sun. I’m less disposed to wonder at the disappearing act my eyes seem lately to perform—a caustic partner for a smile. Instead, I will recline in the very definition of a chin or… Continue reading Content in Half
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Limp With Heroics
Limp with heroics of a near miss – there is a prize for valor, unintended: fated to carry the bulk of your own damned good fortune, a taunting phantom’s limb. Better you than me, mate. Better me than you. An entreaty: better me. Bear me up along the long survivor’s arc. Bravery is built on… Continue reading Limp With Heroics
Dig For Rain
Maybe there was a time when you tilled expectation’s soil, sowed seeds of heirloom hopes, and raindanced under brewing skies. Maybe there was a time before you learned to look away, when you dared stare square into rising possibility, before the rains didn’t come. Maybe there was a time—later, later, how much later— when all… Continue reading Dig For Rain
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