Dusk Darkens Days; Night Neglects Nary One

I stopped living My Miracle of Life seven months ago when incantations permitted a glimpse beneath a crust delicate as early winter's creeping ice across a pond; peering deep and deeper still to the depth's of the mind's deep sea trenches only to chance upon a ghostly image, curdled, it confirmed a tiny grid lock whose ID hid … Continue reading Dusk Darkens Days; Night Neglects Nary One


      Dark an accusation of guilt due to my deliberate and captured words, drawing emotion in any direction; or, it's been identified by those looking to capture a comet like summer's fireflies: they point with the comfort of warm blankets, that now is a period without an ending; it's a nod or a wink or … Continue reading Dark