Another river

The moon does not cast our shadows into the water. The pebbles do not watch our shadows drift over as we leave them. That river has been dry for years.

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For Kozu chan

One night she came creeping – startled me from sleep with cold, eager hands – leaning in for a kiss. In shock and defiance, I refused her, so she stole a hug instead, and as she engulfed me everyone and everything I ever loved rose up, one-by-one to visit, and fell away cleansed in boundless waves.… Continue reading For Kozu chan