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Wounded one, as you disappear into your darkness, and light fades from your Bay of Rainbows, Lake of Dreams, we can only try and ease your pain, help you find, even in these times, a twig from the Golden Bough to guard your...

Photo by Linda Gunther My house crushed to clay More than forty times they shell each day and night Destroy Kill My son now prisoner twenty-nine years old If I leave, escape then I abandon him I not go stay in crumbled house...

1. At the top of a staircase do you sometimes Place one hand on the bannister’s surface, Lightly grasping it as you go down? At the end Is round wood for your palm to rest upon and cup. That is just what I like to do with...

Whatever happened to Mother’s china cat? Henry, I never noticed before how much you look Like Mother’s china cat. It was just about your size, Rolled into the same resting mode like a large Danish snail pastry. Only, hers was...

The cat steps through the front yard crosswise. The rose climbs the trellis lattice-wise. The girl stretches out on the hammock lengthwise. The birds perch on the lip of the feeder edgewise. The bees extend their search for...

Incessant rains sound much the same from one day to the next. No soft chit-chat of raindrops splattering on the tin roof. No fresh gossip. Whatever colors winter left behind drain into the puddles you slosh through to work each...

after the painting, Woman in a Striped Dress, by Edouard Vuillard The women’s chatter is un-momentous. Something about mums in late winter, how fall flowers linger into next season. What grief they feel they conceal behind...

These shower-fed lilacs of April for seasons now have bloomed as ghosts of thoughts I used to listen to. Sun-lit, they glisten in certain purplish scents and bluish hues. More so now at night when, flecked with dew, all thoughts...