The Runner

There’s a new softness in my belly. At fourteen, this would frighten me. Thinness and hardness indications of worth an inner *cha-ching* as my body sells the world an idea.…

Autumn Run

This Autumn run.  Wet leaves on pavement shuffling remainder on branches  people slipping by  a moment in view their footprints as important as mine  and  I found myself asking my…

Introspective

My imagination doesn’t include others. I realized this last night, laying on the floor of my kitchen, looking upward at the gentle swing of the ceiling light. There was little…