Marked. Like a book

Hands inscribed in henna

open and close.

written in a language

we no longer remember

marked

by what we have forgotten

or never knew we knew.

Some Fires.
The slow rumble of lava, the crash of timbers consumed by flame. Night skies light up as wildfire races toward the horizon. Blackened landscape will soon be all that is left. But in
the meantime there is heat: dangerous, unpredictable, overpowering.

My Grandmother's Clock. A grandmother's house evokes childhood memories.