Something's still wrong--the same thing that was wrong forty years ago. A malignancy, a tumor, slowly growing in someone's heart. A conscience that's seared.
Judgment doesn’t always fall on the unjust in this life. Sometimes you have to make your own way out.
When he leaned in to kiss me, the future swirled before me, bright as sunlight on creek water.
The pull of the mountain is like gravity for my soul.
