Magic Morning

i wish the world of pain would let me go. it won’t, of course; i’ll walk on even so. i could not have imagined where i’d be, or that the magic morning would have so abandoned me   the waves will try to soothe my throbbing soul, but I cannot believe right now the bruised … Continue reading "Magic Morning"

Sharp Things

(For those who might not know - the photo is of an old game called "Jacks", and those things really hurt to step on in your bare feet. - Owen)