Light and dark, green and brown.
Crescent moon, textured memories.
Past is done, a quiet present.
What was, will be. Their now
Is yet to come.
This blog now has a new category, poems; a sort of cousin-category to narratives. I’ve got a few more poems to post, and most likely will write more. Meanwhile, here’s the inevitable link list of posts that aren’t completely unrelated to this one: