Here is where I started, and here now return, wondering once more whether I particularly care that no one sees me here. What do they know to notice? The quips and cries, the intellect, the heart, the acts of fearlessness? All this they see, have seen, and recorded pale impressions of a wounded lioness on… Continue reading Spotlight
The broken path again made whole leads on to days long past, and yet you stagger sideways, chasing dusty dreams and truth to soon forget. This moon you break your treacherous ruse, committed now to blind return home. Hearthstone cold, a lingering scent of Hope, too dry to ever burn. Fear not the road to… Continue reading Leora
Dani Doucette 