Cloud Hunting

Yesterday, we were out in the back, shooting at clouds.  Except for the shots, it was quiet as a pond.  Me and Dave firing our 22s into the air, just a few rounds.  On a day like that, you don’t [...]

Love’s Levitation

  Although my body is an anchor, it’s beginning to float.  The darkness is a dim, fragile music. When I speak, things unhappen. If you listen, carefully, you may hear voices in my skin.  [...]