Pure Autumn Fragrance River

I traveled through time this weekend. In the grey in-between time when light fades fast and crickets start to sing, I sat on a swing in the woods of my childhood home, and I found myself fifteen again on a sad and sleepless night, swinging my sorrows away. In that season, one who loved meContinue reading “Pure Autumn Fragrance River”

The Naming of Things

I do not know many things for certain anymore. Knowing starts with words—speaking the right name for things. If there is anything I know for certain it is this: this world is bigger than I know and my words are small, so small. My words wither. The life I had shrinks away. I find myselfContinue reading “The Naming of Things”