And paper smelled of pain. The generations of scribbles read together as lost words that couldn't connect the rolling of empty train cars with the people that had to empty them. Who owns letting paper turn to ash? Perhaps us... Continue Reading →
I wrote a poem today. One that cast my shadow against the long grass, dried and brittle at the sun's request. On the breeze I caught a whiff of pain but when asked to describe it the words were too... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.