Dad woke up asking if I’d take him to the grocery. That was the last thing I needed — a dementia trek to Trader Joes. “Really…
Overthinking, and then some.
You fitperfectlyholding me tightwordlessly
His mind was falling apartOverflowed with loss and sorrowOverwhelmed with fear of tomorrowHe sat and staredHe was told that MEN…
Flame..! Like a desire,afire up the Dark.Wonder it would be if you imagine,those Claws of Fire chasing the Wings of Night,gulp up the blacks,and stands like a King, being Everything from Nothing.
My eyes touch yours —
am I looking up
or am I looking down?
