When the need came for me to fly I pictured a juvenile red-tailed hawk, her gray feathers fingering rising air, playing the nocturne of her flight. Soon afterward contractions began; I severed the cord that held me since birth and breast stroked through the sea heavy air. See me? I'm flying! I shout to a nest of vipers,… Continue reading Midnight Transformation
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All Alone, and Dreaming
In the dark and sightless eyes of night we captain ships across the sea of dreams. All alone, and absent the starlight, the journey’s not the pleasure trip it seems. Too often, dreams of fancy become fright while sailing the unconscious, deep and vast. As captains, we must stay the course and fight until the… Continue reading All Alone, and Dreaming