Hello old friend,
it has been so long, I don’t know where to begin.
I remember when we met– young and naive — together we trodden around, hoping to never grow old.
Our problems were minimal, only the day at hand, and what was to become of it was our only real concern.
Friend’s forged brothers. Continue reading “An Aged Poem- My Friend, So Long.”
Well, I happened to stumble onto this ‘Transient’ challenge laid out by Andrea Badgley.
Immediately, I began to form visuals and associate images of the past– a past that is now very late.
Perhaps a pirates’ past, sailing the open seas in search of new opportunities to plunder.
Perhaps a life spent upon the helm— does the helmsman steer the ship, or does the ship steer the helmsman? Continue reading “Transient Memories That Don’t Belong To Me.”