Sometimes Small Hopes Die

Sometimes small hopes die. And there is a grief that comes to us that cannot be measured by reason. A future that has lived in the illuminated imagination of the mind is set backward in time and exists only in shadowy remembrance. Upon the sunrising, we are met with a difficult choice: To live in…

The Daily Turn #4: Naming All the Colors

Naming all the colorsis harder than you think–best if left until the first cup of┬álavender-grey teahas made its waythrough all five senses. The table is pinkerin the morning(on this kind of morning–a pale wood-rose)than in the dandelion lightof afternoon.And the pink of each morningis a different pinkWhich my daughter seems to know instinctively:Coming down the…