At Night

By Lynn White   At Night I think I am less afraid of the dark than the light. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with it’s curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. Hides me from exposure, hides from me that which I fear … Continue reading At Night

Loon Call at Owl-light

By Carrie Connel-Gripp He was glad of his freedom, but the events of the past year left him brooding.  Contemplating what he should do and where he should go only brought a swamping uncertainty.  He could drown here just as well as somewhere else. There was nowhere he called home. He had gravitated to the … Continue reading Loon Call at Owl-light