we lurk in our cave all manner of technology here and yet beneath it all a primitive instinct remains to hunker down close curtains block out the rain and huddle together for sweet warmth


there’s a certain rhythm in the  cough    splutter      sneeze the backbeat of these cold-filled days  cough    splutter      sneeze my nose-blown horn rings out so loud  cough    splutter      sneeze to celebrate the weekend’s here  cough    splutter      sneeze

traversing the week

I sit in the valley beyond Monday surveying its shadow looming large in the distance sunlight sparkles on the surface of the weekend where words swim free from constraint and cavort in dappled glades as minds float lightly in the bluest skies ‘tween here and there lie forests thick with stumbling blocks and treacherous bogs…… Continue reading traversing the week