Moments: The Candle

I strike a match and the flame jumps as if just woken from a long nap and then, gently, I lower the flame to the crooked wick of the candle, hunched over and tired from past sessions.  The flame catches slowly and begins to rise.  Its head begins peeking up over the edge of the… Continue reading Moments: The Candle

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Rain and Giants

One of my earliest memories is of you holding me one summer during a thunderstorm at the lake. The trees all around us flailed in the wind, groaning and thrashing about like wild animals from so many stories read. The sounds and sights of the angry sky above gave me such a fright and shook me to… Continue reading Rain and Giants