The colder the day, the clearer the sky and warmer the window light, an apparent of contradiction that, in living, one finds true. She thought of it then, then of all times, as he laid her down to the carpeted floor under close of the window sill, her face and sight upward to […]
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Journal Pages
A LITTLE CRAZY
I don’t want to kick them out the door, rush and hurry them on, but they are late and everyone is in their own world. A cold winter morning, my daughter is in despair over the unfairness that “everyone is out but us.” What she would do with a “cold day” (there is no […]
Short Story
SENSE
He stared at her across in room, in naked of her openness that strained and swelled his heart again. On hands and knees and settled rest of sit, flat of her shins under fold of legs, her body high and upright as arm reached outstretched to light, one by one, each candle in the […]
Short Story
WARMED AND GLOWED
Room to room, seat to seat, she moved about her home resting, waiting, hoping, receiving—reading the words that came. Her spirit warmed. Her spirit lit, glowing as the say. She smiled in the recognize, belief of living see that was impossible to know; and, yet, the story told. She covered her body in […]
Short Story
WINTER GAME
From recess of room and shadowed safe, he moved her back into edge of light, dividing sense of sun and cool, his touch bridging between. His body in same of divide and the shade, love lighting, warming, gifting glow, even shadowed skin. Wide of her eyes in under of lay, deep breaths that […]
Short Story
RADIANCE
All the day, she stayed in glow, in radiance of spirit and light. In pass of the day, transverse of the sun through sky, she moved from room to room and seat to seat in follow of the light; and in tow, did the same, in follow of her same. Her radiance of […]