Fleeting
Over black ice and fresh snow on a country road, we drove that December night beneath the moon. Snowflakes flying more than falling, we climbed … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Convergence
It was strangely magnetic, a homeland a rite of passage a convergence of a time that was so insignificant … Continue Reading
Finished
Between friendship and betrayal, regret and forgiveness, final death and ultimate life, what a long few days … Continue Reading
Spit
If only he would have kept his mouth shut swallowed back the words that should have never been … Continue Reading
Ripples
There was the location the position the temperature the wondering … Continue Reading
Remains
Black in black In white in grey, Emotions escalate As colors fade. Parched earth below, Bright sun above, And a bridge between All that resembles love, Forcing separation through Anything connecting it And you. Black in grey, in white in … Continue Reading
Lean
I don’t cling to what I know what is familiar calming or comforting. If I did, I would find myself … Continue Reading
Fingerprints
Of course it was incomplete. A narrative a small glimpse (are there large ones?) is more of what it really was, just a piece of … Continue Reading
Cat
A kitty tried to follow us home last night. He – or she – walked through most of our neighborhood with us, following closely behind some of the way, prancing next to us part of it and plopped in front … Continue Reading
Then
He Met Me Here I punched a wall. Again. I was a volatile mix of disbelief and anger, some of the anger being directed at the bits of belief that clung to me no matter how much I tried to … Continue Reading