Old photograph: amid the set poses of her family, a young girl smiles and raises her hand a little.
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.
Lying just for the fun of it is either art or pathology.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
Travelling carries me to the surface, away from the deeps of home-thoughts.
Excuses change nothing, but make everyone feel better.