Little Dove

Anxiety for me is not a teeth-chattering, nerve-rattling affair, rather the tendency of an untended mind to flutter toward the familiar always a heartbeat away from cool, grounded sanity; When you return at day’s end, I step into your world for a moment of comic...

After the Storm

So much to contemplate, days without distraction save the pattering and drumming of rain and more rain upon metal roof, wind in absentia selling short the hurricane; Time alone in a storm differs from time alone by intent, the former leaving one feeling trapped and...