Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Where this river takes me is the place I will linger among the weeping willows and the kudzu vines whiling away precious hours, savoring fleeting time
These days, it’s a short walk at best. After the attack, he nor I much care for venturing too far from home. At first, when the memory stayed with him, he would go out, do his business immediately, and then want to return home.… Continue Reading “Haibun: The Walk”
Night whispers mysteries, beckoning come savor the evening’s essence damp earth, sweet jasmine, and white lilies
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