Grey

Two owls on my lamp, watching me in the night, in the light of orange that seems, to me, grey. The eyes that watch me, I think, are black with white spots. But when the light of orange turns grey, the eyes disappear, and reappear, again and again. Never a blink, and never do they…

Seasons to Know

I have spent days in summer, unsure of what I was doing. I have walked miles on the hills and the plains, exploring boundaries and dimensions, all in my mind, much of it seen through my eyes.` I had spent restless hours, cursing my existence, when it collided with others. Oh! Where will all of…