Silence is seven am on a Sunday morning. A crescendo of quiet as day breaks clean through a bruised cotton candy sky. The kettle boils and my feet pad across the linoleum. Bed sheets rustle as I return with two teas and a smile because the morning shadows sing and cling to the contours of … Continue reading Easy Harmony
Rain burst through the clouds, ringing off roofs; the sudden delight and despair of a late night downpour. The clatter of water drowned my silence and almost, my sadness. My sadness, which by osmosis, had left my body into the sky, grew arms and melted, on return it cuddled me close, stroked my damp, … Continue reading Glistening concrete
Silence rings in untouched air whispering through door frames svelte, past magnolia walls. Silence is golden the border of light below blacked out windows sunshine glittering through cobweb punctures and curtain slits. Silence humbles my feet, innocently curling into carpet grounding night dreams and shopping lists searching for coffee. Silence is fragile time … Continue reading Sunday morning
Courage is for the weak, affixed to the sticking place secured by the brave. Of this I am reminded whenever you and I speak or do not speak as it seems in this puddle of purgatory, in which I’m found. Brave red hair flailing with patience failing a wedge driven between us by silence, your … Continue reading Silenced
