water used to flow so softly

Water used to flow so softly over my hands. It hurts to swallow. I drink water and remember how it touches everything inside, how nothing can live without being softened. I try to let myself be soft. I try to flow gentle. … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

lead and the loon

  Between small flat pebbles and the sound of rushing water on the quay—far from what was known, the abandoned loon stooped to pray knobble-kneed on gleaming cobblestones when sharp lead pierced its breast; the sound sent something trembling away. … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

sorrow stays

There is no reason sorrow stays so long but that it must gather where the earth allows it, so we may drink it deep, to quench the source from whence it springs so strong. … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.