Quilting B

large vintage letters

I choose every letter with great care Crafting each word to shape The perfect sentence. Piecing them together into A colorful quilt I can wrap Around my shoulders on a cold Winter night, when the wind howls, and The moon is full.

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