In Lieu of a Fireplace

In lieu of a fireplace, I warm my hands over the stove, feel the force of air shoving the cold backward. I find the crackling fire track on my phone and fill the silence with whispering embers. I strike a match, putting flame to wick, just to see the fire dance. It’s no alpine chateau, […]

Fall Fire

The sharpened breeze of coming night that blows (a bit) in frozen bite seems warmed (like life) beside the blaze of friendship, fire, and sparkling grace. So here I rest while colored leaves whirl down to die by living trees.

Winter Nocturne

Liquid light and purple bright snapping– almost silent wall of felt and unseen glow, melting thoughts to somnolescent mush. Leaden fingers weighted down; book leaves falling to the ground where they crumple as I sleep beside the flame – – – Photo by Nathan Bingle on Unsplash