The Worry Bird

Don’t take on so. That bird you’ve made at the end of your bed is the tangled ball of feathers that is reluctance. So don’t take on so. He seems like a lead weight, anchoring the blanket ever faster, ever tighter to you. You might even feel the boulder like mass of him, immovable atContinue reading “The Worry Bird”

Indignant of Westminster

I went for a walk today, because I wanted the outdoors.  I wanted to walk by water, and to feel the cool of the evening on my face, until it was ever so slightly numb.  I wanted to hear my own footstep, pulsing the earth, the gravel making place for me.  I wanted to be startled by theContinue reading “Indignant of Westminster”