moments of truth · Stories

when you’re not home I sleep with books

If you have not told the story, the story has still been told in the lines of your face, the far off glances that answer a question, or the special way you glow that makes people wonder what it is that you’re withholding ~ unspoken treasure that would set a man free.

Brave · Stories

a bitter pill, no good thing, and hands

You know how you think your insightful?  You figure that you have a pretty decent grasp of reality, as if your snapshot of the vista you survey is quite impressive?  Until a situation narrows it to a peephole?  Please say yes. This seems to keep happening to me this year.  A lot. I’ve had joint… Continue reading a bitter pill, no good thing, and hands