219: watching the flowers dance

I watched the flowers dance as the tiniest summer rain stormed their petals they didn’t seem to mind that some of them broke free of their center tumbling into the dirt drinking up the drops I’d been caught in the cacophony the headlines hit me with as I...

218: dad is in for the long haul

she did nothing she laments dementia they proclaimed we still believe it is just mom being mom going through the stages of grief denial has left anger revisits bargaining against depression onset she a product of her day I remind her she has paved the way women sought...

216: oil

the smell a sweet fragrance making others slightly choke linseed safflower sunflower yellow and orange against white the artist the monk before the canvas worshipping unadulterated cathedrals stacked up canvas praising invisible unknown creation in their...

215: assimilation

there was no way to avoid the pretention he wore it all through his days of improvised poverty austere he thought it the turning around was inevidable as so too the picking it back up there is no way around the years of learning as if to never have been one must...