Broken Morning

I stood at the window watching one flickering star slip slow beneath the trees on the west horizon; another broken morning. I could not say if the earth was moving or the star was falling. I could consult the experts on such matters and often do, but I don’t think it’s required for either faith […]

Invitation in Blue Dusk

I sensed a rush of wings above, a sudden river flowed in skyward waves, a twisting spiral random convergence leading itself centerless, to inspire it’s own innovations and my silence. First, of the crunchy growl of boots on hardening snow, then breath held for the sake of listening, then mind entrancing in it’s parallel flight with this […]