“I Dreamed that God would be Forgiving”

  “I dreamed that God would be forgiving…” This line from “I Dreamed a Dream” is not isolated to Fantine or any one or all of the characters in Les Miserables. This aching sentence is knotted up in many heads, tied to ankles like shackles, or worn as a scarlet letter. Lives are spent trying … Continue reading “I Dreamed that God would be Forgiving”

Nearing the End of This Race

Reaching. Stretching. Straining. Dreaming. Dancing. Running. That last flat line before rounding the final curve. End pressing in. Time falling faster. Breath coming harder. Track disappearing beneath moving feet. Blurred motion. Blowing hair. Do more. Be more. Give more. It’s the almost-but-not-quite. The here-but-not-yet. Holding and letting go. Close enough to touch and taste. Almost … Continue reading Nearing the End of This Race

Autumn {or the weight of glory in a thousand scattered beams}

Arms on the windowsill. Night sounds being funneled through the screen like cream through a cheesecloth. A full moon that looks more like an almost-ripe pumpkin than the golden orb it actually is. Tears falling from eyes. Cicadas singing a thousand variations of the same lullaby. Leaves silently releasing their hold on branches that have … Continue reading Autumn {or the weight of glory in a thousand scattered beams}