Prose from this series
Category: Memoirs of the Heart
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves which have freshly fallen, Under the browned, softer ones and Under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, Lies my soul, chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish and …
The Four chambers of the Heart
But getting back to you. I sometimes think you deserved a simpler, happier soul. People who have broken so many of their hearts Have such a different kind of love than those that haven’t. It is often more compassionate I’ll …
Connection
Connection It’s an alchemy. It happens without intent. And quite frankly, It can’t leave through intent either. What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another? I’m not sure. But what I do know …