Blades of grass whipped around the solemn ceremony with ease, the blustery winds not towing the line for anyone.
The sunlight came through the spaces between the leaves above our heads while fresh air filled our lungs.
Always looking…
Vernon Seymour watched Tillsonburg, Ontario shrink in his rear-view mirror.
The summer I turned ten was filled with church bells and local choirs singing the town’s sorrows.
Tom has been waking up the last few days with a sense of dread.
I keep my umbilical cord in a box
