Lesley S. King

The mind wants to build on the old structure. But the Beloved says, “Don’t balance this sparkling window in a worn out frame. Leave all and start anew.”   This requires some destruction. Pain sparks in the chest and rips through muscle and bone but only as long as we resist.   See clearly through […]

On an icy winter day I step out of the bank and stop fast. There in front of me shuffles my mother. I see her glossy, silver hair, red wool coat and body hunched over a walker. My heart thuds in my chest. It’s an apparition, a ghost! My mother passed away more than a […]

We lounge in a meadow near a babbling brook a lone cloud inching across a sapphire sky.   It has a head, my friend says pointing to the cloud. Yes, I say, as I see the canine snout protrude and a curve form along the jaw.   There’s an eye! The pinhole opens. And tail! A wisp […]