Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Into the woods in the springtime … in the summer … in winter, and each time come out more ready

I forgot. Did I give it a slot install it in memory’s vault, or not? or was the fault a failure to retrieve? Did I choose to leave it there to stay … some things ignored, not stored …

I do not remember you. And yet I continue To outline the space That delineates the place Where you should be. The shape is precise yet brittle, Like...

His feeling for her became more and more just a procedure and an obligation after they had been married for ten years. The passions and the joys were...