My moon-drunk eyes followed the shining black line of water up the canyon, across massive cliffs, and into the endless sky.
All tagged awake
My moon-drunk eyes followed the shining black line of water up the canyon, across massive cliffs, and into the endless sky.
Exquisite torments merge in morning thoughts before I wake.
A howl near my head. I resist waking, my mind reaching for wisps of dreams.
My 77-year-old mother and I have a system: She texts me an emoji every morning when she wakes to let me know she's alive, and I text one back as a receipt.
Her eyes, heavy with fatigue, tell her it’s time for bed, but Inspiration becomes her caffeine, her alarm clock telling her it’s time to write.