she’s a piece of nature that gladys. she lures you in with her sassy cat trail, seduces you with her serene view of the world and then slices you down with her hairpin hills. her name is aunt gladys and she’ll send you and your comfort levels out of bounds. a beginner skier i don’t…
Tag: silence
hanging out in the cemetery.
to fully embrace today’s creative writing theme i thought it best to go and sit in a cemetery. to sit amongst the dead; to listen to the whispers of their memories once said. although tonight was rather balmy, not much wind in the air, if one sat long enough, penetrated through the stillness, there was…
static confusion. 