Curled beside me, little Nicoslips into his own meditation My breath finds hisa shared rhythm, soft & steady It feels like a spirit companionthis dog who knows me so wellthat each inhale is mirroredeach exhale reflected Calm gathers between usand… Continue reading

Martin Thompson stared at the box on his doorstep, a rush of unease prickling up his spine. It was unassuming, wrapped in plain brown paper and bound with twine. Yet, the address label was unmistakable—his own name printed in bold,… Continue reading

Why does the endless blue of the skyRemind me of shattered minds,Exploded, scattering their kaleidoscopic thoughtsRainbow-colored remnants of what once was whole? I wish I could silence this foolish head,But I know that in doing so,I would unravel my soul,Leaving… Continue reading