A WEE CHICKADEE

I asked Kimmie nearly a month ago to write for me and she asked if February 18th was still available. I only found out yesterday that February 18th is the anniversary of her mother’s death. I am so profoundly honored to have been given the opportunity to share her voice on this day. I admire…

BITTER CHILL

  Written by Steven Clapp and Hastywords He stood angry; freezing Watching them leave Hurried footprints marking Their narrow escape Leaving him to grieve Their witnessing voices And the dead silence he Couldn’t bring. ♦ Over blood and ice; His eyes follow into Tomorrow’s endless night, Where the wraith of regret Would lie in wait…