I remember the mop of blond lighthe wore like a crown& the way my daughters pointed to scratches on my…
I sometimes go back there, driving downthe streets of my youth, the small housewhere I was married & the old…
How we silence ourselves and mockeach other — it occurred to me as I wasploughing through old paperswhere I found so many…
So this is the drill when you sayyou know a little astrology -can plant stars in their therapyto make things a little richer -add…
Skinlessand white, I do notdiagnose conditionsyet feel every wordhear each bite
Poetry
With people leaving to the eternal silence
I remember the root and the ruin.It slips into quiet momentswhen I think I’ve forgotten,curdles like a summer’s day, takes…
Sacrifice.
A cautious word,
Take patience childThe drug to ease the pain