Heart

I saw a single golden thread

I saw a single golden thread flaxen, bright and true. It grazed my shoulder, passed my head, danced in my field of view. I knew not where the sun-strand led or from what lumen root it grew; the strand’s romance of unknown plans promised something new. I watched a single golden thread And in intrigue, gave it chase I walked away and off, …

Sick child

Red Jello

You can write, I tell him. He talks about inspiration, and I tell him that stories ask to be written everywhere you go. Sometimes they mix with memories and experiences. The waitress pours us both another cup of coffee. She has the same colour hair as me and is about the same size as me. The rain is heavy outside …