It’s a slender wrist peeking out from the sleeve of a grey car coat. It’s the damp tendrils of a child’s hair. Or it could be the faint smell of halibut that lingers too long in the kitchen like an unwelcome in-law. You never quite know what smells, sights, or sounds will pull at your emotions, compelling you to string together words that eventually will evolve into a poem, story, or journal entry.
Come, take a moment to visit this quiet, unassuming little page. Read a poem. Read a story. And hopefully find a flicker of beauty in the words.