Changed

It’s hard to watch  the hands of time,  dismantling the past. unscrewing memories,  packing up the artifacts in boxes to bury someplace.    The house I loved, taken board by board, is not the place it was before— but lonely, struggling to stand,  in a forgotten field.    My elders—where are they? Time has damaged […]

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My Glass House

I walked my walk up to a house of glass and up the crystal stairs that gleamed and shined with sun. I walked up to a house that was my life, and hardly knew what I had done. – The walls were mirrored: reflecting, liquid worlds, that whirled around their world: my presence at their […]

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