January 4, 2023

The Way Cats Wake Up to a Passion of Birds

We don’t remember light. We remember the dark. The cruelties; the misgivings. We remember winter and fistfuls of ice, like cold salt tossed in a face with contempt, a form of shunning, bitter the gesture; the censure of wind and snow.
September 11, 2022

Last Words/Elizabeth

“I love you and I always will.” Last words spoken between dearest of friends parting ways unknown. Hope lingered therein, that one day no more need for “always” would come – only the existence of that fact would overtake by revisited presence and love.
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