Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

The Breakwater

She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going… Continue reading The Breakwater

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

the circle of change

belief sustains hope hope ignites radical change change nurtures belief I am trying to retain belief in our system. I hope that things aren't going to get much much worse before they get better. But I'm really really struggling with both. All hope seems lost. And I find myself believing that our system is too… Continue reading the circle of change