Follow the Leader
Life is lighter when it is shared, and all but the most intransigent problems shy away from a circle of friends.
Instead, there was a trail led out of town
It may be that, in the beginning, there was intimation of the end: certainly one point connected to another, even by the crooked line of time, share an intimacy as close as any two lovers, perhaps closer.
echo
“Shh!” All five fingers of the right hand spread wide, the first touching the lips, the hand a stop sign, the fingers stretched rigid, the hand surprised, the fingers an echo of surprise. Meanwhile, with the left, she reached over and unplugged the radio.
Coconut Chutney
This mild, sweet/spicy chutney is delicious! And using dry organic coconut, available in most grocery’s organics section, it goes together in a matter of minutes.
ghost-prints
With the moon still under the Atlantic, there were stars, and neighboring houses whose lone lights flickered between the trees, to light the way. The world was more shadow than path, and the shadows were filled with cricket sounds and other, more furtive, nighttime feet.
midthought
“… but I do begin my sentences mid-thought…” she thought; and thinking about thought was looking in a mirror that reflected another mirror.
Fog
He guessed, when he had fully wakened, and the dream’s scenery had begun to melt into the familiar features of his bedroom, that while she had been a major figure in the story, still it was a story, and it was only his.
Burning snow
As I stood under the shower’s spray this evening, allowing the warm water to wash away the day’s dust and travel, I found that as the dirt left me, so did peace and security.
Lessons Learned?
A system is only as strong as its weakest link; make a nuclear containment structure (theoretically?) plane-proof and bomb-proof, still the generator sits outside… powered by fission, not fusion, its “steady state” is detonation, not stasis.
Orpheus
That’s why I sang these songs: the art of writing down my name might call up hers…
first-light
They leaned into each other as the warming first-light leaned against their window, leaned into their room, over the bed, let its weight drape gently on their limbs, whispering Good Things that neither would remember when they woke.
Outside In
Outside the wind has risen, and here away from town, and near the sea, it seems to have risen with no uncertain fury, so the joints and timbers of the old converted barn that I call home creak and crack (again) like a frail ship on a muscular sea.