October 8th The way you flew in giving me books that describe poetic endings. Oh, Samarkand, your love, your breadth, the ages you spanned! I'll never love another book the way I loved you. As deep as the ocean that... Continue Reading →
"What is pain but my whole world?" She might have said, throwing herself down, with hands and arms askew and eyes toward the heavens, to her resting place next to me. "I say it's part of healing, perhaps." Dramatic insult... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.