Each time we talk, which is rare, thankfully rare, my heart breaks with the grief of ending our affair— my last words to you should have been flowers— but instead, an occasional storm— it rumbles, shaking me— and moves on.
I am a writer at the beginning stages of my writing career. I no longer post samples of my writing, although if you look carefully you can find some of my poems (and who knows, I may post more poetry from time to time).
I link to things that I'm either thinking about or that deserve wider recognition. Every thing written here is written by me (SDH), unless specifically noted otherwise. And, in case it isn't obvious, I am proud to be a DFH. You should be too.