BTT #75: Little Window

Little Window . When I was quite young, I would often lie awake in the top bunk in the basement room I shared with my brother.  Sometimes I would switch my pillow down to the where the foot of the bed came up against a window that looked out at ground level into the fields …

BTT #74: Memory of a park bench on a winter night

Memory of a park bench on a winter night . We may say We seek the light, When in fact it hardly Ever lets us go, Surrounding us in Its patient holds It has us, we children Thinking we feel so Searchingly the need To open, look and see. . But it can Still surprise …

BTT #63: Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm

Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · Walking the dog on the fairway at 9 pm By Lona Gynt, August 2019. . I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you …