Jenny Morelli's Publications

Toward the End

It is a tightrope walk up floating stones into the skies, into the heavens. Each cloud is a cushion of memories, a reflection of a life I’ve lived, a world I knew before I was unpeopled, maybe for eternity.

It is a tightrope walk across precariously teetering stones that threaten to spill me into a great abyss below, but onward I climb toward a light, toward an absence, toward an unknown emptiness. I climb, each step a phantom knock I’ve yet to answer.

Then the fog descends, enveloping me, erasing the me, the everything I once knew.

In a blink, gone.