Monthly Archives: April 2014

Quiet as a Pin Drop

Super slow motion as a feather drifting as molasses spreading And quiet as a pin drop as the libraries of our childhood Imperceptible no defining moment only that he loved her now as it seemed he always had Advertisements

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Stepping out of Darkness

Guy in the office two doors down walked into the hall and asked, “Why is it so dark?” I considered a reply to mention the collective sadness over mudslides, lost airplanes, and exploding NYC buildings. Perhaps I should have backdated … Continue reading

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