• Snapshots


    That’s a phrase I use a lot... A transition. Or braking to shift gears, or make a turn...

  • Snapshots


    The sunlight dazzles my eyes so they ache deciphering black words on a white page. Like other things we love, it can hurt.

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    For What

    I stare at the screen. I stare at nothing. My head is full of leaden cotton. Heavy. Muffled. I want to sleep. I need to wake. But for what? 

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    This Moment

    A pileated woodpecker makes his presence known, chortling over the carriage house. Like a cat, I follow the languorous patch of sunlight. This is the moment I'm living. Are you living your moment?