SERVED

The past cannot be changed and so be it. Memories are tricky, colored through the lens of a woman decades removed from the frightened confused child that once inhabited her flesh. Reflection proves hindrance to repeating history indelibly seared into grooves of a...

volcanic rock

I find I’m looking for fear with a background trembling in anticipation of its discovery. Why does my mind willfully seek out that which engenders this shaky unrest?   My body yearns to move while thoughts, suspended in space, inspire little if not lethargy....