Sunday, June 21, 2015


It is the longest day of a long year not marked on a calendar.

Where, in property v. heart, the heart prevails and releases property to holders.
Where senseless acts serve as foils to remind us of what is compassionate and humane.
Where, out of chaos, arise those who value what is offered.

Grateful that the weather, sky, and stars oblige and calm me.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Night Light

She looked down and saw the full moon cast lines across the floor. When she looked up she saw the blue glow of his computer in the other room.