Nothing for Fear
Last week I came down the steep stairs from my little attic aerie, sat in a chair in the living room and cried while I asked my partner if he thought I would ever have a less effortful experience of life. It’s not that anything was really wrong. What I was feeling was...
Spoor
Walking on our 26 acres, my path winds around open fields and keeps me out of heavy woods and brush, where ticks are waking. It's grey and overcast, not raw but damp, a combination of snow and rain coming down and turning my already wild hair into a mad woman’s wig....
Boredom
In the last couple of years, a lid has been gradually slipping off a container in my mind labeled ‘BOREDOM,’ and I suddenly realize the contents of the can are now moving into all the cracks and folds of my memories and experience. I don’t have much interest in...
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the stone wakes up
joins the chorus
sings with the frogs
wild
all night long
under the whirling stars
–Carmine Leo