Threshold

doorway to abandoned home

I remember the day you carried me over that threshold. You held my heart in your hands, my love and my dreams. We promised in sickness and in health. The sickness came so hard and quick. The rains stopped falling and the earth blew away, taking all our hopes along with it. The desolation seeped … Continue reading Threshold

Winter flowers

dried flowers

The further I walked down the old access road, the more dilapidated the asphalt became. Tombstone-sized chunks broke off the shoulders, and deep, gaping cracks stretched like spiderwebs across the abandoned drive. At the drop-off where the blacktop finally ended, the expansive beach was reclaiming its territory. Swirls of sand, tiny dust devils of fine, … Continue reading Winter flowers