the doors stand neatly nesting resting sleeping keeping time with echoes of the last bell. the halls to walls and ceilings look down on rarely scuffed floors as well. flow has slowed and the body bends low and sleeps restlessly- an empty shell.
i used to wish i was a person that could lounge in bed at daybreak resting waking soft focused half closed not quit but almost imagining the temperature just outside the shell of my duvet. i would conjure an image of aimlessly reaching out into the room probing feeling extrasensing the clicks and spurts of […]
its the smile and the way his head tips up, resting on the palm of his hand, that reveals my father to me in that moment. his fingers, cradle a pencil that is rapping back and forth, end to end, on the table beside his laptop. i see in him my father’s far off focused […]