reflection
La Luce
I write here to hold a thought a little longer than usual, to let it breathe before it disappears into the noise of the day.
prayer
For The Quiet Hours
Some words arrive only after midnight. They do not explain everything, but they stay beside me long enough to feel honest.
memory
After The Train Window
A moving city can still leave behind one still image, and sometimes that image is enough to carry the whole day.