curling up in a chair feet tucked under book in hand running up the stairs in a rush with springs in my feet sleeping all night rolling over and stretching long and wide waking refreshed and full of life scrambling up a muddy bank hanging precariously from a branch while getting that shot bending toContinue reading “mourning”


at night it comes steals sleep from me and wracks my body’s weary bones and every cough brings stabs of pain in muscles strained by repetition ’til here I sit in break from work head throbbing back twinging day-dreaming of my bed and wishing to float away on peaceful clouds and rest a while regainContinue reading “cough”