Artwork by~ Kenneth Jackson; Digital, 2013, Photography "Wild" Nothing To Give The day before had been a spring teaser of streaming sunlight and had it not been for the cool shadows, and faint, lingering smell of snow, March would have seemed a distant memory My cold fingers, hidden beneath gloves, twitched in agitation I wanted to throw open the door of every stall but they were not mine to set free and how many times would I have to apologize for something that was not mine Shrinking into my coat, I suddenly felt inadequate and afraid I wished for your voice... All that I had to do was reach out and touch The first horse ducked his head away from me so I dropped my arm limply back to my side feeling the back of my throat constricting. I continued to smile and make conversation but I hated myself at that moment for every failure and the hate moved me forward to the next stall I was only alive while feeling t...
