Tag Archives: Personal

Torn

Life spills out. A drop here or there at first. Then a slosh more. We stumble. The bucket jostles and a mess is made of what was once most precious. A will yet carries us on, our burden heavier and yet our time evaporating. Continue reading Torn

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Smoke

Homeward bound on I-84, we pass over bluffs and across ravines. The Columbia glides along beside the minivan, sunlight sparkling off ripples.

The muted sound of Temple Run. “How much longer?” The hum of so much concrete under rubber tires. Continue reading Smoke