Misericorde (Erotica) Misericorde Some might have thought her room was lonely, but she liked it fine. It occupied one small corner of the old, rambling house, and had three windows overlooking the river, curtained by trees. In the afternoon the light filtered through the hand-sized leaves, and she sometimes sat there, watching the shimmering kaleidoscope… Continue reading Misericorde
Tag: front porch
I Wonder
I sit here, on the cold steps of my front porch, once again banished from inside, and I wonder if you know who I am, why I am, what I am? So easily you send me away.