1 Cracks in the cup crawl through my brain    setting off sparks    electrical overloads    I never can get this glued back together enough    to stop the sparks   2 Cups hold all of the universe    cradled galaxies    moons in orbit bumping the rim    stars spill…

Growth Twisted, gnarled branches Entwined in growth’s embrace Supporting one another In their small shared space Like these trees are people Supporting independence When we’re little children We need a mentor’s guidance And when we learn a skill We don’t learn alone We help each…

and proverb too, its walls unblemished by strikes that snuff the brightest stars. Pick one, toss it to the grieving. Study their faces for gratitude. Now picture this: You cradle your breathless child, kiss his face, surrender her to men in masks and gowns. Imagine…