The bridge is strong and gracious, proud. Connecting banks of dual self, and spanning black waters deep and predatory. Rapacious. Singing songs to suck you…
Yellow beak Indigo blue night Lightening dawning piercing singing Awaken
I know you! But we’ve never met. I recognize you and our eyes have not spoken. We share so much but you live across oceans…
It is ok to rest and breathe for a while. I I am I am who? Who I am is me
Grey turns green And green And green And russet Baby pink Red Colour bursts
Kaspalita warns of cliché, teaches definition. I want to write of death and birth and things of earth and sky and feelings I search deep…
Ludvig van Beethoven Bach makes me think Mozart makes me laugh But Ludvig van Beethoven You break my heart In pieces.
My hopes and visions of our older selves holding hands and walking side by side, gentling into our coupled future, were brutally severed. We were…
To first love me as you love me, is it allowed? Can I allow love in, to enter me, suffuse me and use me and…
Daughter of daughter A phone call. Now aching arms ironing, smoothing wrinkles long to hold son of son close to my heart for solace. My…
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