Two coastlines, a flight away.My back pushing against the wind on a moving train.Last night I sang Twinkle, Twinkle to my girl on the phone…
ripping and tearing
What is it that chokes the heartof one who believes and drivesfar beyond and past the truthin pointless search for certainty?
It’s not quite six am and the city streets are still deserted. I love to bring the dogs…
Little girl crying in barren ghetto,Not knowing where her parents areLeft all alone in late night’s darkness,Fear and silence…
Two hours wasn’t really that much of a drive, when he thought about it. Sure, it wasn’t his first pick of the way to spend a Friday night…
Spinning, rising to the heavens, dancing all the way,Losing balance, thrilling moment, lost…
She missed the step up to the curb, the slick smooth concrete tricking her into thinking she was steady on solid ground. In the moment of…
Look into these eyes.What will you see?
I am the claythat’s awareit’s being molded.
John Diamond, M.D.
