Chrysanthemums I think I will write you letters the rest of your life, and I will see your face in every dot I erase. Your words will be in my eraser bits, little wholes that I am still trying… Read More ›
Sometimes the music of my thoughts needs to play freely as I wander through my thoughts.
I am in a funk. I know why, I dislike why, and still I am there. I wrote a book, a memoire. I finished it last week. I kept it all to myself and I sat there and stared at… Read More ›
Violets I think I will write you letters the rest of your life. And they will become the undernourished seeds you planted; they will die and dissolve; they will fall apart and I will stitch them back together with thread… Read More ›
Originally posted on The Furious Gazelle:
THE ROCKET SCIENTIST Michael hated going to dinner parties, fundraisers, or any other formal gathering where he’d meet strangers. During introductions and pleasantries he’d always be asked what he does and he would have…
Poinsettias I think I will write you letters for the rest of your life, every time I taste dark chocolate and cinnamon. And I will describe the taste of remembering you. These are five poems from a set called… Read More ›