The Volume of my Head

The space in my head where there used to be words, is filled with cobwebs and dust bunnies. Where the stories would form up and battle for my time, abandoned hovels and fireplaces no longer lit, no longer smoking. It’s like my mind has left it to grow emptier, barren, all the characters, all their memories […]

Cradle to Grave

Blanket Cradle to Grave, we’re swathed in them, blanket’s of wool, down, feathers or cotton, of river water, storm clouds, and snow. Mothers weave blankets of love and gentleness, Fathers armor them with fierceness and fire. Cradle to Grave we’re searching for them, Blankets of comfort, warmth, kindness or smiles, of laughter, happiness, and joy. […]