The stairs are humbling. Descend, ascend… balance, agility and endurance, at times I’m guilty of taking for advantage but today… These boxes have flipped my day. . . . All is done and all too quiet. This place, my home… old uncultured wood delicately framing stone and brick. The vast space is spring-fresh clean that … More chaos charge
“Bye Rosie (shame on me for hoping and believing).” Rosie walks past, her perpetual sadness sinks and weighs on her happiness. Her insecurities are beyond microscopic and I wonder… Do you have to rip hate through our existence? What is hurting you so much that casting that level of anguish is all that brings you … More rolls of thunder
Walking it out on the streets, segregated block to block, the flow of traffic is mundane at this hour; leaving me in a stifling muted bubble of contemplation. …now I stink. Around the corner, I pick up pace ready to climb the stairs just as all, suddenly isn’t Rosie… Rosie is annoyed with her pursed … More be-strangers
