Your gaze is caught in the swirling waters, unaware of the stronger undercurrents
They handcuffed the word Yester night, with the charge of being archaic. It is sin, to leave such a word of beauty, to rot in the past. I shall bail the word out, for yester night makes all the sense in the world. I can hear the word melt in my mouth. Yester night, I... Continue Reading →
On private days, it folds into your cake batter silently.
The very activity that posed as a chore will now present itself as a meditation. A Mindfulness task.