Tag Archives: freedom
How many confessions and scalpels does it take to purge oneself of guilt associated with transgressions, some imaginary, some real, Legion, baited and ingrown, to seal your innocence in a decidely deep vault, containing an inheritance of bones, which take … Continue reading
The warring, within, ended. No one won. White flags, adorning the masts of souls, became the rage and pacific vogue. Ghosts kissed demons, demons kissed children, children blew kisses into the air, christening echoes. I woke up, sudden to my … Continue reading
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)