Our journey on this sphere is limited in time. Cliché, yes, but true. I think so much about life and its ending now that I am old enough for a senior discount. Some say– “I won’t write to her, let our sister be alone. She…

We made an undulating landscape on the floor after the hard week our bedraggled bodies propped on sofa pillows plates of barely recognized food stuff in varying degrees of consumption two roaming dogs attempting to lick plates clean Around us sharp angles of squares and…