Your son has your kindness
and your frown.
Lost: reason to livelast seen mopping fevered browwith fast fading hope
How odd that even in the most fresh & foreign corners of the world, I turn over stones and…
I keep writing, and I’m not sure why. Maybe because coping with this grief is like bailing out a boat in the middle of a monsoon. I…
Minute flashes, infinitesimal waves
that I mistook for love shimmering from your eyes.