And see just like that it’s gone – a fleeting thought, a whisper, the twilight and the dawn. In that moment before waking and in the shadows of sleep, were you truly there beside me or somewhere beyond my reach?
I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”
Some ghosts are not dead but are whispers in the wind from the one we lost saying, “Come find me again.”
Between silence and a whisper, I find magic in the moments of snow on rooftops, fresh under my feet and in the remnants it leaves on the strangers I meet. A ghost among them, I’m very much alive, sure of my fortune, I fly rather than run along this path of mine. Near the lake,Continue reading “I Pause for Ghosts”