Dinner guests

I sit here alone thinking about days gone by. A glass of red wine, a sliver of dark chocolate, haunted by the ghosts of people long gone. The ghosts of those who, in spite of their distance and passing, have inspired me and to whom I owe part of my own being. What makes me myself, … More Dinner guests

Whispers of spring

I don’t feel like talking (or writing) much today. Sometimes less is more. Brevity is my current inspiration. Condensing all meanings into a haiku-short sentence is more creative than a never-ending waffle. At the moment, spring is saying all it needs to and lifting my mood with the waft of a cool breeze and pink blossom … More Whispers of spring