There is a storm moving in to town. It’s a change from the warm weather, but it feels right. The weather fits the day. Darkness on the horizon is alive and certain in it’s presence. Rai...
Waking with deja-vu, I hear the f… Saying… I believe… “And my poor fool is hang’d! No,… Why should a dog, a horse, a rat,…
A thousand wishes fly to me, Swirl in tiny whirlwinds, Caressing my feet and ankles, In a rhythmic dance, Then suddenly,