Behind Grey Curtains

Behind Grey Curtains Behind grey curtains, Breath, damp as Fall mist, Creeps across flayed limbs. Pain pearls on parchment lips, Kissed dry by love from a once-before life. Now minutes become years, Years become moments. The immoveable hands of an invisible clock.

Assisted Living and ME 1

Well, it's been a long time since I've posted here. Twitter became an easier place to post for a while. Less personal more prosaic. During that time I advocated successfully for a place in Assisted Living and moved in two weeks ago to a community in Sooke: Ayre Manor. It's a little over 500 square … Continue reading Assisted Living and ME 1