00.00.00 The sun had barely risen in the early morning sky As I left my apartment to greet a silent city I wore my black running shorts, and sweat-stained old tee; ready to fly On the curb outside near my home, I stretched,...

I lock the door, batten the hatches, zip up my warm winter fleece, slip on my black satin mask, and venture out into the night. The mask makes my ears stick out. My glasses steam up. I take it...

almost hereJune, my "almost here"  Winter is keeping the final be, "It is raining" and earth is now opening for grace  as my heart is opening for you again. There are flowers and you in my heartand I should be writing...but you...