My palms press against water push through to my thighs while my legs flutter. I move forward. I don’t try to make the water disappear. I don’t want it to drain away. Instead I rejoice in the resistance against my muscles which strengthens them with every pull through the glistening ocean of […]
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Choose the Friend
Keep being me and choosing You even though it feels like the harder thing to do. In the end this choice of the Friend ...
The Limping Lizard
The lizard limps down the middle of the dirt road. I stop the car, climb out, herd him to the side. He only perseveres back ...
Nestle in with the Moonflowers
I used to think love blossomed in an edgy brilliance like those thistle flowers too prickly to touch and then surely eaten by night rabbits. ...
