All Hands Down written by: Allison Grayhurst @AGrayhurst   Into the seams of non-existence the cherished expectations of life descend like a mother who loses her infant to the turning of time, or a seed its husk in May’s noon light. There are heights to head towards, compacted by the weight of reality’s call, and a carpet to tread, unfamiliar with your footsteps. In August, the summer will soon be over. It is the shadow that falls from electrical wires … Continue reading All Hands Down