The Box Labeled “Grandma’s Dishes”

This came to me in the wee hours of the morning, when I was forced to crop a picture so it would fit the platform I was using. I can't help but think that a narrow horizon is an oxymoron...and so is a narrow mind. As usual, I was thinking about the mindless words and … Continue reading The Box Labeled “Grandma’s Dishes”

The Chemistry of Tears

The Muse, of which there are two - (Artist: Aya Kato) And from my fingers, the words bemuse - Her chilled fingers calmed the pooled blood of battle and she reveled in the brief relief behind her swollen eyes. It has never been said that Eve did not cry. Yet the storm can only build … Continue reading The Chemistry of Tears