There’s a blue in the heart
That resembles a parade of night birds
Over the Atlantic,
That recalls the dark shapes
In the towers of Prague.
It’s still, as the mirroring waters,
As the radiant hush of thoughts.
After the trapped senses precipitate
Like rain, you step ou...
The butterflies have awoken early, stirred into action by unseasonably warm weather rarely experienced during February. Just weeks ago, my youngest little boy and I were on a moody winter walk, looking for signs of the season he...
Her head hurt from the perfumed candles. Fresh cut roses crept synthetically up her nostrils to sit just behind her eyes. Cotton and vanilla hung heavy on the other side of the room. She frowned, only to intensify the pain in her forehead, and sat down on...