Becoming Untied

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Friends, Life, New York, San Juan Diaries 0 Comments

All of this got me thinking about New York. I love New York, and a decade ago if anyone dared to tell me I might live any place else, I would have spit in their face and called them a liar. Okay, maybe not spit in their face, but you get my point. There’s no place like NYC, maybe Dorothy …

Grumpy Cat

Breathe Again

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
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You knocked the wind from me. I saw the apple fall, Hitting the ground, with no sound at all. The shrivel. The shrivel The fruit can no longer grow. The fruit will no longer grow. I try to understand, try to comprehend, watching the apple tree. It sways in the wind. That wind. That wind from the past. It’s long …