The long shadow

The dawn breaks. Shadows stretch, yawningly, across the dew sweet earth. The sun searches,  seeking out the changes since yesterday. Casting light on all that is new. By midday all is revealled. Or so it seems. But as the sun slips away, new shadows form. Ever growing. Unreachable places enveloped in shadow. Safe places. Quiet … More The long shadow

I have my thinks

I have my thinks There for I am But does that make me right? My thinks are mine, and shape my world, but I have a plight. I want to own my thinks you see, and conclusions seem so final, but these thoughts are spinning ’round, Is a woman not ‘vaginal’?