For my sister, who celebrated 40 years of living this weekend... Furtive steps, confidant steps-- Echo their own sounds as The longest corridors See suffering and fulfillment. Each fateful step follows another, The honest end cannot pretend It is something... Continue Reading →
This was the day before the birthday poem: Silence is forgotten tonight the clock ticks variable degrees until the day I was born I see the wildness spread outside where I seek the helpless this is only a mask and... Continue Reading →
Early, with nothing other than Pumpkin pie on my mind. I think of swirling sugar and milk And hmmm. I think of heavy cream whipped In a sweeping of cinnamon dust. I think of cutting the first slice For you,... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 