our house by the waterfall
by Zack Mintz Our house by the waterfall was the dream we rebuilt, and we shared the lines in the ceilings, these wonderful feelings the kind you can’t fathom to be there. When your breath hit the windows it sauntered and mellowed it had nowhere to go but the rafters above. It clung to them dearly like pearls on necks dreary or diamonds strung zig-zagged … Continue reading our house by the waterfall