Real, Love

(While at the hospital almost seven years ago for the birth of our new grandson, I spoke to a father whose daughter was undergoing chemotherapy. These were his words.) So I cannot cease,Nor can rest,Knowing you’re in pain – I would do and IWould undoSo many things now My child: if I couldSomehow tradePlaces with … Continue reading "Real, Love"

for she too

she hears all the lost sounds of joy and sorrow for she too is lost giving her absolute access

a simple ambiguity

love and touch demand the full time that they need to either be had or instead to be avoided

unknown lives

what we call all those unknown lives are well known

scribble on the roads

scribble on the roads: write your heart across the pavement, and let life know your intent to keep fighting

inhale gray

good and bad always coexist in this life to separate them is to tear life out of context we humans inhale gray but scream black and white

intimate limits

while those memories fill her heart you may feel estranged just know that places you can't reach always are