Category: Death
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Walk in woods
this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past
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Unborn child
My first lie was before you were conceived and I prayed that if you were a girl, you must have Jeff’s hair, because all my years as a little girl I had dreamt of having just that hair, waving soft back and forth, all the time knowing God does not take a grocery list he…
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If this were my only way to you
I turn, seeking the hawk to bring my message to you, to receive yours to me, and wonder if he shall bend his wings toward me, ever or now, to dip into my heart and take from it that note, most unmixed, to swirl its eternal wings to the expanding night, to all of the…
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Day 30
April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark
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Day 18
under the diamond shining off this raindrop we sit, silent ease, cocooned in dark, unknown, endless
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Day 10
I dreamt of Franko last night; we slipped together easy, sighing hard, and watched an old woman die dancing bold in the next room
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