Ghosts

Ghosts, yes, I talk to them all the time, and yes, they talk back. Where do they live? Deep inside of me, their homes were etched over decades, and both the content of their character and the nuance of their voices have filled their cavernous homes to the brim, and so conversation is quite easy.Continue reading “Ghosts”

After A Life Well Lived

The face now etched from a thousand smiles, the lines on brow from eyebrows raised in wonder. The sharp pains that jab on my right side recall carrying the younger on my hip to chase the elder before he crossed the curb into traffic, both grown strong and tall, not sure how many times weContinue reading “After A Life Well Lived”