An old house remains on our land. It has two rooms and no plumbing. The remnants of an outhouse sit behind, as does a freshwater creek. We imagine the former residents were farm workers, collapsing onto straw-filled mattresses after a hard day in the fields. Though the only inhabitants truly known are the turkey vulturesContinue reading “These Walls Don’t Talk”
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Rubble
You call it rubble;A heap of rocks.I see a treasure trove.Pick up a rock.Can you feel the energy?Millions of years in the palm of your hand.Look at the colors, the patterns;There is a golden shimmer in this one;A crystal clarity in that one.Each calls to me;Wanting to tell its story.