memory – Skeleton At The Feast

Two Beside

“Two beside/on a sunny side walk” – Sometimes, one must let the past stand by itself.

A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.

Those who take on battles they know they may not win.

I like nothing so much as that for which I’m not looking.

Today – quarantine notwithstanding – you have a guest.

We each have our literary bug-out bag. What does yours hold?

It’s a strange thing to be glad of losing something.

Memories in a cup of peach tea.

When words and world well up, dark as silt…

I woke up at 3 a.m. from a restless dream of trying to remember where I’d stored my childhood Easter decorations.