Signs of Life

I walked through the house and no bed was made. The rug that I vacuumed just yesterday now possesses a mixture of dust and dog hair once again. The tile floor near the front door greets us with remnants of outside. Tools lay beside the fire place. A blanket rests on the chair. Leftover tacos […]

The Person of Love

The sun glared through the window as I contemplated getting out of bed. My thoughts roamed to another time. A distant place. In retrospect, it was a brief moment in history. Moments that are now memories, like vapors in the air. They existed for a short expanse and they are forever gone.┬áMy misty eyes became […]