Lovewas trapped betweenthe kerfs of what we saidand we meant.Out of reachyet visible. We triedto retrieve,nevertheless,what were kerfsbecoming abysses. Then,we let love go and sighed‘Now for usit is forever autumn’
Her luscious versesshrivelled and diedunspoken, unwritten,on the tree of diffidence.
There were boulders of many sizes and forms near the marsh. As I leapt from one to other adjusting my position for some photographs of the faraway hills, I stumbled, but thankfully regained my balance before I toppled into the water. When I scrolled through those photographs, words […]
In one of my earlier letters to my love, I wrote that I love the ocean and watching the waves crashing against the rocks. He wrote back that he has never seen waves crashing against rocks. Instead this is what he saw. Rocks becoming onewith the ocean,under the […]