maybe it was the lack of empathy, the first sign in yellow. the others were hidden, yet confessed deeply. in red, the diagnosis, no doctors here, we have common sense in blue. understand the fear, the need to lay and weep over all things. legion, there are many. sbm.
Author: sonja benskin mesher
. play list .
interupt the day, checking. it is all there to find, old favourites, new, they pray for those in peril each morning, later from the other room streams the sound of glass. one battery is spent, the other depleting rapidly. during the run up to christmas i shall replace and back up. meanwhile.…
. train coal .
has big lumps, i seem to remember. i have those and small stuff too. mother had nutty slack, mixed with water and other stuff to keep it going. can you still get that these days, i had best google, anthracite was good i feel, and those briquettes that i thought were for richer…
. driving dark .
the same each december, advent . the lead up. we have a memory or two. the world goes dark, we teach and learn, wait for light to appear, with those albeit small birds, singing. we have comfort, medieval trees, the coventry carol. we drive in the dark. sbm.
17.6
balancing now first time, although the coins don’t quite fit the tray, using the pointed pen, keeping neatly. have done this a while, got the rhythm, the style of dressage and deportment for one of our station. i don’t have a badge, so look with confidence, courage so they know. …
. the gift .
i could have bought it, travelled to town, spent a lot of money. others are famous in paperback, or hard cover, some are chaps, and other words i do not get. they write to me of stanzas and i google the word effectively. no, i did not buy it, once again i…