Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
Every morning, I wait for the fog to clear. Every day, a shadow overwhelms me. I see clouds roll in and they block the sun. I know I have failed yet one more time. I have been alone for years. … Continue reading
How did the night last so long? I fell asleep easily. I dreamt of gleaming hills. I dreamt of a great wide ocean. My dreams began to fade in the darkness. I built up my longing and desire. I urgently … Continue reading
Snow has fallen thickly in the yard. My children are building a snowman. Birds battle over an ear of corn. Today marks the end of a hard storm. The snow and ice are a heavy burden around me. Their weight … Continue reading
From the balcony of a building; across a canyon of the city, I saw beautiful clothes dancing in the wind. Dresses and shirts fluttered in the breeze. They were drying in the sun— their owners waited inside. While I watched, … Continue reading
How do I know the ways of the sky? I see the clouds pass in the wind. I feel the sun as it caresses my face. My garden is nourished by the falling rain. Some imagine they can predict it … Continue reading
Once the sun hid its face, the winter season began again. I spent the days waiting. I feared the nights to come. Life has been hard, really hard. Many days are dark and cold. My laugh is frozen by the … Continue reading