I close my eyes, and my once muddled mind falls quiet, the only noise the rushing of the sea and the impatient squawk of a gull. I dream; for once I dream something pleasant, and I am flying, taking the wings of the gull for myself and going high into the sky, leaving everything toContinue reading “Blank Postcard #15”
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Blank Postcard #9
Up and down, up and down, we bob like a float wandering lost among the waves, sailing further and further away from its wailing owner. Well, actually we were on a float, the ferry taking us from one adventure to another. “You know, there have been so many adventures, I’m afraid I may have missedContinue reading “Blank Postcard #9”
Blank Postcard #7
Inside the car the air is hot. I lower the heater a notch, the breathes pouring out of the dashboard slowing so its not in my face. Yet still my skin burns, scalding to the touch. It is not the heat that is bothering me. Voices ring, ring, ring like a bell which has goneContinue reading “Blank Postcard #7”
Postcards From Myself 