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 […]Read more "Changed"
It seems a cold, dark shaft where love would bid me go— deep beneath the hills. The memories, sand-like, blow— a heart-blinding draft. I’ve walked the caves before— walked them with a thief until the stars were gone; I know the haunting grief— and I cannot anymore. But I forget that love, with […]Read more "Take the Lamp"