I’ve stopped bleeding September 27, 2017September 27, 2017 / Susan Shultz / Leave a comment I’ve stopped bleeding so say the surface signs — ask my bandage Fighting on the front lines. Continue reading →
Feathers September 24, 2017September 24, 2017 / Susan Shultz / Leave a comment “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – — Emily Dickinson I saw a tiny bird’s remains upon its grayish stone. Its fragile bones sang sad refrains, Hinged to its wings, still strong. Continue reading →