Lost and found Stories

I saw a single swan todaySwimming alone upon a pondI always thought they traveled in pairsThat's how I've always seen them before.She seemed so regal Even on her ownHer neck curled, beak forwardBut I sensed a sadness of her swim without her mate.Searching the pond for another strayWondering if she was in flightUpon a nestSurely such beautiful lovers cannot suffer tiffs. My heart aches at such a thoughtEven in a world wher...

It takes a while to wake up. Consciousness has to wade through swirling fudge before it arrives for duty, as do new thoughts and last night's recollections. My bloodless legs have been elevated, for some hours, at an acute angle against the opposite wall which is only four feet from the wall supporting my back. The folding fisherman's stool wobbles beneath me as I grab the bottoms of my trouser legs and drag their flaccid...