Rests its comfort
There is a way. Over there, behind the clouds, where the sun lingers . . .
Read More Rests its comfortWritings by Catherine Babbitt
There is a way. Over there, behind the clouds, where the sun lingers . . .
Read More Rests its comfortA lumbering fear resonates under the collar bone, something like a burr.
Read More LIGHT IS EVERYWHEREI know I’m being followed.
Read More ON THE HUNTI know she’s there, next to my shoulder.
Read More WHISPERING AND PULLINGStinging thoughts converge and take aim.
Read More WAYWARD THINKINGYep, that’s what she said.
Read More NOT KNOWING A DAMN THINGSun-rays interspersing.
Read More SPIRITUALLY TRAVERSINGSmeared and rolled over, thoroughly obliterated and torn.
Read More DETRIMENTAL CLAWSoul sorrow brandishes her, dispossesses and stuns her.
Read More SOUL SORROWBurnt air tastes of ash and smoke. Specks of lined paper rise up on a sweeping current into the sky.
Read More BURNT AIRHe lingered in the doorway, tall and dark. Bright too, in the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.
Read More TO THE SKY, TO THE LIGHTStirring of thought.
Read More RIP THROUGH AND REVEAL