I will not shrink from being who I am In these the last days I am resolute I will not hide from the world my fears Less still my love My regrets for the past And a future that will not be In my heart…

From the rooftop on Cannon we broke jokes like eggs, begged shingles to hold, avoided sagging dips. The moon wasn’t full felt incomplete. I wanted the stars to be brighter, wanted streetlights dimmed and a better view of my bungalow three blocks away on Percy,…

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…

He travels through time without me loses me as he wanders in decades past or generations yet to come I can’t follow him there see what he smells paint the views blank canvases remain untouched yet touch can bring him back to me sometimes I…

My own star Profound is the night sky Bathed in a sea of vastness Jeweled with as many stars As there are life forms below There’s also my own star From which I came One day to return Bright and sparkling beside the stars That…

Just above the valley Just beyond the hills Just outside of a sunken place Close by but not enough to feel If you stay afloat If you keep your sail If you stay inside of the boat Move forward without fail There are stars above…

I was ten. Service started in the mausoleum, cold in August, dry in Charleston. My face was swollen blooming in red— crying still doesn’t suit me. Men I didn’t know in sharp uniform draped a flag over your casket as if it was an honor….

Be strong Stand tall The battle isn’t over The journey has just begun Life isn’t easy But we can make it fun Do not give up Take heart Stand tall Be strong

  Dark rocky cliffs rise abruptly up to block a starry night sky. They feel immense seen from the base. A tall waterfall heaves violently over the edge in the high distance. There is no path forward. In a perfect world I could take my…

she lay, a hill in the half light an echo of laughter creased her brow a rag crumpled, against the wooden floor lips parted a drop of blood kissing the still soft strands of hair dressed in the memory of a mothers love, knit one…