A collection of haiku to melt by
It’s not so much awave as a smothering hugwhich can’t be escaped.
I think of you today, Father,the first to show me that mencould be bottomless pitsinto which women cast their lovewith nothing returning…
A simmering anticipation of grief
We live in a worldwhere people care more aboutthe way you share informationthan the actual information you share.Are you…