new year’s rumination 2016
solitude beckons when the world renders me wearysnow falling on ocean
solitude is not loneliness but a reprieve from what clings to me
I rise a fugitive from a peopled life
snow falling
I do not want to die alone
sometimes only silence can tell a story
s n o w i n g
ink and paper, stick and sand, a finger writing in dust
writing * deliverance from isolation
this is what I know of love