not-quite Journaling, 31
the book of our time:
pages and pages… of woe
(with love interludes)
2/25/2022: I don’t have nightmares often. But today I woke up screaming, with the sounds and images and stench of war so vivid in my head that it took me a while to figure out that it had been a nasty dream. My heart aches for those who can’t wake up from the nightmarish reality they are being forced to live. I hope they can take a peace-full breath… soon.
Love is what we build
after the lust storm.
winter’s final gasp
3/9/2022: Then again, knowing Old Man
Winter (and his cold petty ways), it’s more than likely that there will
be some more gasping. Still, a wild woman can dream, right? So, here I am…
dreaming warmer dreams of spring.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #17: Heroes.