Nowhere near there dear heartSix thousand miles from home"How deep do they go?" I wonderedOnly the river knows Photo: Alex Markovich.
I chatted her up today, making my way through the maze of small talkDown the corridors of conversation; a two-way street. Blue button down and tie, my mind wanders off the trail; deadwood cushion whispers. You see, the small maze makes it difficult to turn the corner. I find myself at a dead end often.... Continue Reading →