If I could I would register myself as two people, if there was a register for such things. A register of people who do not always know themselves; the person in the mirror looks the same but uses a different name. They never tell you this name so you would have to register them as … Continue reading Unknown and I
We curled into each other's lives as if wisps of bottle blue smoke writhing into the sky, tendrils slipping to join hands, hearts and minds a discordant lullaby made beautiful intertwining music notes and audible sighs, finger tips and toes and the ridges of our bones tucked like puzzle pieces into our unknowns - a … Continue reading A Lullaby
