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
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
We are all waters coursing into the unknown future. Each of us travels a unique path, the story of one’s life. A life, I shall measure, not in years, but in relationships, love.
Depression took my young friend’s life, his short journey ending in heartbreak. Questions with no answers. Continue reading Reid