The stone found me in Greece. Slipped in a pocket; ported over borders and borders and oceans and lands Four smooth grooves (Or two depending on who’s counting) Perfect for the shape of my stubby thumb Cupped neatly in the valley of my palms Taking on the wear and tear that would rip me apartContinue reading “The Worreativity Stone”
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The Rush of a Quiet Storm
The hill tips over a points it’s way down through a jungle of lights and cars and shadowed pedestrians. On the days when it’s perfect, after the rush of the hours at work after the rush of the cars driving home, when the rush is the blur of the lights that stay green. Down theContinue reading “The Rush of a Quiet Storm”
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