I lean my head back and open the parts of my soul that I can access and look up. Pale blue sky, but not the pale blue of sunrise. It's pale because the humidity has washed out the color from above; the clouds bleed their fleece into the atmosphere. Time for the sun to set.…
Learning the Lay of the Land
I looked out over the mountain of your shoulder blade, the warm light peeking over its strong, smooth curve. It was the intimate sunrise about which I had dreamed of seeing: I'd heard about this country where I hoped such sights were possible, but secondhand information and reading books of yore were no substitute. I…
Time's Thievish Progress 