Sympathy looks in and says, “I’m sorry.”Compassion goes in and says, “I’m with you.”
I grew up on a dietof jealousy and unkindness,violence; one way or another.
In the spirit of the season; less of a prose-poem than a hapless slice of…
Solitary simple leafFlipped upon its backWeighed downBy rain of eve past
As I stand here, I feel troubled,Looking at you, I feel nothing,My heart will never believe youYou are nothing,The night is dark, and you…
