The worst part is that I knew. Too much time had passed. I pushed the thought from my head. No time. No time for that. I was so close. So fucking close. Yet I didn’t go. Too busy visiting, too busy with the minutia. I couldn’t make time. She was disappointed. I explained. She was…
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America : Images From The Road
Montezuma’s Castle had nothing to do with Montezuma. More photos…
Speaking In The Vernacular
She had a cadence to her voice. A pattern to her speech. Sublimely Southern in her delivery. Rarely did she volunteer her opinion. When asked, she chose her words with care. She spoke in a kind of code. Responding indirectly, answering questions not yet asked. She could cut you down, lift you up, make all…
The Immortality of Thought : Part Three
The woman stood up abruptly which caused the girl to open her eyes. The woman extended her hand. The girl reached out and took it. The two women walked hand in hand, out of the house onto the simple wood slatted porch. “Our thoughts are of the utmost importance.”, said the woman as she led…