Dumb Supper

The veil is thin, October, and I am surrounded by mist. I can sometimes feel droplets, the atmosphere is cool and blurry. My awareness vacillates, I can be here or somewhere else. Susanna‚Äôs death, now years ago, pushed me toward an edge which became my home. Life/death, death/life, this blurry line is home. This isContinue reading “Dumb Supper”