One year come. One year gone. Filled with moments of desperation, quiet contemplation, and doubt. Glimpses of joys to come, battles hard won, and gratitude. One year come. One year gone. Resolutions made. Promises broken. Dissolved like castles of sand under the creeping tide. New castles are built. With twigs, leaves and rocks. These last,… Continue reading O.Y.

For the Love of the Game

The boy looks longingly out the window. It is raining. It seems it has been raining for months. The ground looks like brown soup, it squishes under his feet when he goes outside. He hates that sound. He hates how the dead grass sticks to his shoes and how the water runs into his socks,… Continue reading For the Love of the Game