the swing somewhere near my childhood a swing hangs from the branch of an old tree which leans over the edge of a cliff often filled with mist an ancient house hides nearby only a few family members know of this tree’s odd power to…

A thought. A memory. A good morning, as if there was such a thing. A cup of coffee. A necessity. Be honest, darling, we are addicts. Increasing speed of life, and time, it has a mind of its own. It stands so still in daylight,…