i saw a flock of six flying high and mighty, wishing they would cling to the skies forever. they were a bingo cage of activity: a cluster of flutter until one flew loose and left them with five. then four. then three. then two… six hand-pierced birds in flight left their mark on a hollow […]
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a rose in winter.
i always feel quiet in the winter. all whispers and tiptoes, deep sleeps and slow mornings, soft music and sure-footing. slow but steady, methodical, deliberate. every thought becomes a meditation of the tiniest seedling of an idea. and for some reason these ideas always feel like they are balls of fire; full of force and […]