Come and lay with me, here in the amber leaves. Don’t tell me anything. No whispers; no promises you want… Read more Harvest Moon
Tag: loss
Restless
The winds were wild today. They got inside me, whispering songs of darkness and undergrowth, thorny branches scraping starry skies.… Read more Restless
My Hands
We never talked much towards the end. We never talked about the things that mattered, the things that hurt, or… Read more My Hands
Shelley J. Reece 