Bread Crumbs

I was thinking about leaving a written trail of bread crumbs for someone to find. A list of items, memoirs, notes and photographs that explained my actions. Then I remembered, my anonymous blog is a trail of bread crumbs. My crumbs drop behind me as I walk into the leaves the crunch swish of yellow…

Morning Aura

In the mornings, there's a pulse in my neck that plays along with my optical migraines. Rhythm with an ocular slide-show only I can see. A veil flickers over my vision blurry pulsing in time with my heart beat. Good morning aura!