Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

Cartwheels

I remember my hands touching the ground for a sideways second as my feet flew above landing with my arms raised to the sky. I remember the wind rushing through my hair as I dashed between trees bare feet on rich dirt. I remember those times long past before my body went mad and forgot…