Mud packed on top wet, suffocating my spirit. I now am forced to look both ways – You stole my identical pair Of eyes.   Time spent holding my breath waiting for clean oxygen to bring new life. Musty, decaying union You stole my strong set Of arms.   This unstable ground weakens me, Dismayed … More mudslide

once again

We dabbled in this before – leaving touches of color. Some black and blue, but mostly, with enough markings to know it was worth the time with a delicate canvas like ours.   Years turned over lives on opposite ends. I longed to grab the brush again – to add a few new strokes, life. … More once again