Solace is a red balloon
He was six and got a red balloon; his sister got a blue. A day in spring when suddenly … the wind sneaked up behind and stole her blue balloon. […]
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Come break this night
Open shadows, breeze me dawn. Rose me clouds and spill the spark to shimmer leaves, a twist of green. With whispered dance, come lull with grins, to bubble-melt and skip-jump […]
If you ever change your mind
The silence was like ice before you dawned on me; that night you smiled: “We can remain together if you want”. And though more than thirty years together since have […]
Fade in fall
The way in fall what leaves becomes your urge to stay. It briefly fireworks, in yellow, crimson, blood, before it fades. It’s like that postcard sent from Côte d’Azur, apologizing […]
Sighs of sand
Each day, a journey lacking purpose, still envied footsteps washed with wordless waves. The sea looks different when dressed in grey. Cajoled, the pine-tree sentinel clings boldly onto cliffs. Pilgrim, […]
