Kindred Spirit

© outi art When Lady Serenity saw me, she swerved. Her detour a reminder not to dwell on anxiety. I want to absorb the tempo of my hero. Go with her on a journey. We’ll decide. Fill a syrup-colored packing case with maps loosely packed. Plan our getaway on the back of a paperback. Take

Broken in Two Pieces

Two bodies mutter to each other in smoke rings. Signals blow back and forth. The mysterious air between the pair; cloaks their mystery. What are they saying? Is language extinct? Are words with all their meanings obsolete now. Frozen. Stiff.