“I’m not sure which matters more—where the seed comes from, or where it takes root and grows.”
~ Zetta Elliott
Category: finding my way home
spill
summer in your house
the morning light poured in
spilling on the chenille
like warm milk
dishes clattering in the kitchen
as you made breakfast
release
she strained to hold on to the good parts
when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off
in her house
“Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs”
~ George Eliot
drive in
summer nights
we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon
in our pajamas
equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food
and fall asleep halfway through the feature
Licht Years 