We have a chronic case of Right place, wrong time. Spending 12 years just missing each other. Just missing each other at the store, The bars downtown, The bed we used to share. Holding tight to the two years we got together.   I get…

Hour Three BY HIS GRACE Sunset of life, but the dawn of a new day. She says she is six, but she’s really Seventy-six. She says she’s playing dress-up with Sister, when really she’s getting her gown tied up in the back. In her mind’s…

Old man, cane in his right hand, Old woman, cane in her left. Leaving church, sharing prayers, turn to look at each other, a smile on their lips, laughter in their eyes, their free hands joined in the middle, bridging their hearts across years of…