lit bits and pieces
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
4 hari, 19 jam lalu
A little copper box. On its lid, two seahorses free-floating in a bed of tiny, shimmering beads.
When I saw it in the island’s gift shop showcase, it spoke to me: 394 kata lagi
1 minggu, 4 hari lalu
Last week was my spring break.
From school, anyway.
I spent almost the whole of it cleaning my house and purging stuff that should have been pitched long ago (which I vow to do every time I watch 1.039 kata lagi
1 bulan lalu
Trust is a reflex
when eyes can’t see
when a presence passes over
and mouths open
when others draw near… 46 kata lagi
1 bulan, 3 minggu lalu
I write this final post of The Slice of Life Story Challenge from the passenger seat of my son’s car as we return home from an impromptu vacation. 1.023 kata lagi
I love to write memoir. I usually write it in present tense, as if the event is occurring.
The nurse wheels me out of x-rays. 460 kata lagi
You were a long time in coming
a long time absorbing the world
and deciding to smile
I know the shadows stretch long
in your young life, but 130 kata lagi