Clutter

Early morning stroll,  litter-strewn sidewalks,  congested with wary  eyes—I visualize a  freeze frame en noir et blanc, no camera in my hands.   Urban clutter is  stifling, I veer down an alley towards the shore, my feet caressed by…

Roar

Inseparable in those younger days, we’d skip on our  friends opting instead for worthy dares,  each one ending with a mutual offering  of in-each-other’s-face  warrior roars, your  fiery red double pony  tails whipping mightily.    We feared nothing then.   A family relocate, you…