We are sleeping citizens in a realm of unending light.
That man
Of late, he takes good care of me- that man with the hand in the darkness. He is perfumed with loam and grassiness, and says ~Stay down to this Earth. Look not to the lights above, for you are borrowed from them. What you long for is not in the faraway, but in yourself.~ ***... Continue Reading →
I am one
I am one for snowy story scenes. For slow walks through the safe streets of Tokyo, abandoned in the rain. For bumper cars, pedal to the metal, connected to a thundercloud, and for the glowing drones like lit dandelions etching the wheat fields with strange sayings. I am one. *** Image credit: Pinterest
If wishes were horses
In market's bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don't need.
An Oasis in a Mars-scape
In 1922, Barbara and Owen Flynn from Strathmore, California, found a little mountain enclave called Camp Nelson. Following the example of their … An Oasis in a Mars-scape
Disturbed, I nodded . . .
In an anxious stepping dream, a scruffy old pup (three-legged) said "Thank you" into my ear as I held his hand on the stairs. Down a flight (in the waiting room), all of the seats were peopled with cutouts except one that held my brother, arisen. Thrice as real as the cutouts and more real... Continue Reading →
Seasonal
November is when cats die, in my experience. One from a seizure. Two from tiny hearts. They helped with Hallowe'en first, then left me to cry in doldrums of cold. *** image credit: http://www.stock.adobe.com
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 