Perfume

Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares. Life woven together from bits and pieces a faint reminder. Photographs and faces are faded and wrinkled from time and worry. Forehead kisses soft and sweet, once received now … Continue reading Perfume

Rolling Stones

In the Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, “The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.” Many times I … Continue reading Rolling Stones