In the early hours of Nova Annum, we resolve to be ready for our muse to give us something with which to fill this year. – mh clay
It’s not the space it occupies in our home, it’s just a tree after all; but, the space in our hearts… – mh clay
This New Year will be Happy if we make it so! Reverse those fortunes; when in with the bad air, (go) out with the good. – mh clay
Holiday nostalgia; bittersweet images of friendships come and gone. In the end we express for ourselves; no expectations of someone to catch us “at the other end.” – mh
No, not too late; so long as you keep your hands to yourself and your feet on the floor. – mh
A poet’s idle mind invokes image from ennui – not a bad day’s laze. – mh
The night draws close, no vistas, so dark. Remember your love in the daylight as you take down the linens. – mh
It’s a sand grit blink, a wind whispered wash at the edge of sight. Did you catch it? – mh
