a poem about the uncertainty of our future
So, let our shadows do the talking. High noon and the dark circles under me and the saguaro are loud with sweat. By the time my shadow abandons me, it is stubborn, howling, more coyote than man; yours shrugs toward the cirrus clouds, my new horizon home.
A poem about appreciating living life without knowing the future.
This is the first photograph that I ever saw of my grandfather, Ralph James. A post about family, intrinsic ties, and the limitations of knowing our relatives only through documents. #52ancestors
What magic does the amulet summon?
you never know who you'll meet in the woods
"You get on now, miss. I know how your kind work. I feed you and the next thing I know twenty of your kin come to my door a-begging."
A noir short story for the new year.
A kyrielle about treacherous exes for YeahWrite
Another John Kelly to inspect...