Still the aftermath
Trees reach tall and wide, like We-
That is All-she wrote.
Painting by George Hayter (1792-1871), 'After the Storm' c. 1833 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Perdue
Yet from far away you catch someone's eye like a tiny ripple you feel, eventually. It reminds you about touch and the permeable skin wr...
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A year ago this May, in fact, upon this same very grey day- something came over me I found could say, in no other way but to portray, ... -
Natures touch is both gentle and fierce. Homo sapiens trample on her back. The thick skin impossible to pierce. So... -
Failure is all the rage these days. I have been practicing, and I understand the rage. Someone said that melancholy is tragedy handled well....
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