I want to burn Not like a match’s golden flame, Or fiery pixels in an online warrior’s game. Not lava red or like a blinding solar flare; Not glowing embers or a sharp prismatic glare. I will fill my lungs with uncorrupted light, Intimidate with…

Dear one with the silver hair, Your baby days are past, and all your children gone. But you are not a shriveled husk, some dried nut whose life is done. You wear white hair like a badge of glory. Bravo! Only those who burned in…