Meet me in the shadow garden when the last yellow window falls asleep. Tiptoe past the lilac and the nameless flowers of the night. Wear a long rustling dress let your hair loose come barefoot. But don’t bring your words with you, not even a greeting. Words are what people make when they try to … Continue reading Shadow Garden
They know something I don’t, these early morning birds, chirping among rays of gold and budding leaves. They know it without knowing it, likes trees and grass know growth like wings know air, like spring knows warmth. These birds without a name, unseen but heard, the heralds of another day, they are wiser than me— … Continue reading Morning birds
COVID-19 has changed many lives in the last few months, but not mine. As a freelance writer working from home, I don’t have to leave my house to earn a living. As for social interactions, my reclusive nature usually keeps me at a polite distance from most people save for family and a few friends. … Continue reading The Perks of Not Leaving Your House All That Much
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