between the shadow and the soul

I am a New England native. The hills, trees, and the red brick soiled by time and memory have called me back home from my time among the the desert mountains and neon.
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Finally the rain has stopped. The sun has come out. I am able to go out for a little bit without looking like a drowned rat. A dry rat is much better, but the clouds seem to be rolling in again.

The darkness inside me is very demanding. It will not tolerate being ignored.

What I can find at the bottom of a bottle of red: loneliness, joy, inspiration, heartbreak, desire, melancholy, and a little bit of hope. Usually not all at the same time, but sometimes in interesting combos….recipes of the heart.