West of the South East Side Grey carpet and burgundy pillows, strewn around without concern, all of it inviting, invisible permission, to crash into each other, feet to head, head to feet. Will you teach me to make a lemon meringue pie? To make magic with an old 50's sewing machine? How to forget the … Continue reading You’re like a rain cloud
Put me back in the bottle where the sea meets the sun
And then there is heartbreak, ending, and the death of love. The ocean is the place for that, too, I suppose, or the bath. There is something about water that pulls at the sadness, lets it sink below while your body floats above. Ii know I have stood at the ocean edge with tears streaming … Continue reading Put me back in the bottle where the sea meets the sun