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in this circle of love where everyone around the table understands I am free to be my authentic self as my shield comes down the tears freely flow an offering of my love here my grief mixes with yours and we heal each other your...

sitting amidst the splendor of nature’s beauty my words reform from heart to pen to page they speak through them my gratitude for life spills out

typing the date: 6-29 I remember do you know that I still have the chopstick wrapper from that sushi dinner the day you told me you love me the first time ten years ago, now you know it took you nearly a year to say it the first...

I text you pictures each day, now of our best times together to brighten your dark I gaze into your eyes in each picture I send whispering my love

everyone after Darwin                     celebrated the rhythms                     glacial extinctions                     (making the bad news good)                     imagine: the world’s way older                     than...

Finnish believe Ice does not forgive Americans add nor Does it forget How to whet a threat It took this cold age Only one election Cycle to creep. Many argue its ice Has deep, deep roots Burn this coldness learns Is the standard...

Don’t bother Clutching your pearls Just deliver us From nada Solon musty skulls Empty but huffing To declare there must Be a winnowing of nothing A reflection thoroughly Bandied then tossed high An attempt to separate What can’t...

  How to leak the secret Stony all these years And for it, all the stronger? But is forcing it forth No more than natter? For so long it has made Privacy its career Hiding in many compartments In a name, a sorrow, a photo...

Some learn slowly Most never understand History can’t wait To see what’s next However it unfolds Most fail to get What is happening Resorting to live In a make-believe Where a bib overall boy With a frayed straw hat Knocked...

By now I should have learned to take matters of the heart as momentary but with her I found a peace Where telling lies hid in the heart of love I found you kissed your hand To hold your mysteries was enough The old men say all...

Handle bricks long enough your hands grow the dust embedded Grandpa’s hands with a coat that clings cheap labor from Italy But not his son his hands blackened from the newsprint Night postal clerk on his ride home collects...

Mita, your hands spoke tales, twisted in strings of lullabies and whispers, in morning coffee aromas, in golden bracelets that danced with each refined movement of yours. Time, however, stole your names one day, dates...