Certain dreams linger when I wake, I, ambling through the house, empty. I wander room to room, my footsteps echoing against floors and walls, light
Tag: Writing
In my dreams
Joe comes to me in dreams. We are speaking on the phone and I hear his voice again. Or we are in the living room,
Box by box, word by word
The cardboard boxes tower around me like mini skyscrapers. They are a maze of tunnels in which I travel these days, not finding what I