On flowing through horizons

I let the weekend pass by without writing, too preoccupied to string thoughts together sensibly with the correct measures of thought for others, the big picture, my little self. I’m worried about things: my country, my judgment, our systems of justice, overall stamina to rise to the occasions arising. And of course the just day-to-day….

Holding/Not Holding

I couldn’t hold on to the sounds, but I would generate a trace memory of the sound that would trick me occasionally, that would seem to be me holding onto the sound…

The Singing Gecko, a Story – Part 3

Wondering where the singing gecko is?Β  You’ve arrived.Β  πŸ™‚

Many changes flowed from the dawning of this new day, almost all of them quite subtle and light…