The Path

All the things you didn’t see All the things you wouldn’t hear All the colors, sights, and smells That aren’t on the path You don’t know where you’re going You don’t know when you’ll get there All you know is, you have to go You have to go the way you don’t know At first … Continue reading The Path

Old Bodies

sometimes writing a new story does not need new words just a new bed and old hands holding each other and breathing new air into old lungs, a new season of love springing from old bodies Photo by Étienne Beauregard-Riverin on Unsplash