Moment of connection

Moment of connection

The huge horse turns his head all the way to the left, straining to see his herd mates in the pasture, from his right eye. The empty socket on his left side looks a little ghoulish, but it doesn’t bother him. In fact, he likes to have me rub inside it, where the skin...
I Belong

I Belong

The waves thrum faint from outside the beach house. I open the window just a little, letting the damp salt wind sift through the bedroom, and the rhythm of the surf roll in.  It calls me; changing colors and changing tides tugging me out of my busy mind. ...