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Coming Home Part 2

/ Liz H / 19 Comments

Abstract spiral on black background

To see Part 1, please click HERE.

Laurel cherished these times of connection with the ancestors, seeing and hearing in ways that she could not with her living family.

And yet, were her living family to follow her through the moisture-slimed tunnels and over the cold sand, down the granite hill that led to the underground pool, their senses would have been too much dulled by the buzzing, blooming confusion of the world above. Even by lantern’s glow and luminous rocks to mark their passage, they would be lost.  Continue reading →

Time Lost

/ Liz H / 10 Comments

Blue Horzon

Elbows on bent knees,

Hands dangle between, wings on a gentle-breezed bird.

Butt planted, chilly on Autumnal Earth.

Grass spent, golden and crackling

Under a sky sharp as blue porcelain.

Leaves flicker down from balding trees,

The memories still, cut deep.

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Summer’s End

/ Liz H / 2 Comments

School is out for the summer, but not for much longer.

The days grow short, the nights shine sweet crystal, cool under fulsome moons. Bare armed with glass raised high, we toast midnight relief from saturated days, leaning back into night’s caress. Continue reading →