Just Like A River Does

A part of me will always remain here. For the passing moments, oh maybe two hours or so, I've sat in silence, occasionally rambling down a cement pathway alongside the river. No music, no distractions save wandering thoughts, intentionally present yet too a thousand lives before and some I've yet to live. There is no…

Growing with Spring

In front of me a Bear plays with fallen leaves and branches, and the sun is bright nearly overhead now; having dilated my eyes this morning, I’ll surely have to go inside once the shadow I’m sitting under fades with midday sun. For now, the cub likes too much to be outside, and I blame…

Stronger.

The further dismantling of my son’s bedroom presently takes place; I put a Bear in there to play so his mom could have some time to write... Whether this proves worth it in the knowledge of my future self’s desire to clean, well, I suppose I’ll know when this is over. When I need to write,…