Prose

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    Do I know you?

    Do I know you? I seem to know how your thoughts flow, how your eyes look for mine among a bunch of others. Making that connection with you seems so natural. It seems impossible that you feel the same way too… and yet equally impossible that you don’t. I am lost in your smile, in…

  • Coppersmith

    My hair still wet from the showerI let it dry in the afternoon sun as I sit out on the back porch,sipping lukewarm pearl tea. I love the chunky feel of the ceramic mug in my hands. The sky is such a brilliant blue that it hurts the eye to look up. A coppersmith calls,…