Author: admin

baby hold on I didn’t tell you you could go I need you here with me just a little bit longer to look in those eyes and know just what you’re thinkin’ to tell you one more time how much you mean to me baby hold on I didn’t tell...

I hold on, tight leaning in arms wrapped around you your hand on my thigh squeezing my leg in that way you do and I hear you laugh and let go coasting down no handed and as my head screams “Hold on!” my arms lift to float, too...

memories float in unbidden like the one just now of when we’d lie on the couch, together feet to head and head to feet and you’d read to me from White Dragons I loved it most when the words made you cry because they touched your...

please be brave enough to step into the tender space that grief creates and walk beside me these fragile days do not ask me what I need I do not know I only know that my heart is shattered and it’s lonely trying to knit it...

“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.” ― Plato, The Symposium      What is the magic that draws two...

my love has grown so deep as the snow banks outside this window. Just now I scared a deer close to the glass. Helping you with your shirt collar, buttoning your cuffs, pulling down your sweater, who knew life would come to this?...

Cathedrals, mosques, mosaics, stained glass           windows, stones, ruins, paintings,           statues, blend and blur, or disappear. Was I ever here? There? Did I ride a camel           before the Great Pyramid of Giza? Did...

Across the lake, birch leaves crown the red pines— bright gold. The lake— an old mirror shattered by wind— holds them upside down, wavering in its broken surface. Days like this— we don’t notice, we even forget, already turning...

Like hammered silver, the lake shimmers. Clouds—white handkerchiefs thrown across a blue sky. Leaves and needles twirl in the air— a careless dance to mosaic the lake. Pine trees on the far shore fade into moss green while...

You’re reading a good book when the dog barks. You startle— a jolt of adrenaline, then gone. She darts to the window, back and forth, head high, A low growl. A half bark. A yawn. She grabs a ragged toy. You find your place. She...

Pain is the universal language spoken across time and space without accent or regional distinction. Socrates would recognize mine instantly and reply with equal understanding. A Polar Bear would catch my visible conditions, and...