“and this rain is nothing, really. there was the time it poured, out of the blue–or nearly (nothing’s ever quite out of the blue) and stayed 5 whole days so that our gutters overran and the kids splashed in the front yard pond. But the sun came out, burned through that gauzy cloud. It will […]
Read more "Remember?"I dream in 40-point, italic font of all I long to give to You— the One who loves me most. I type my aims into reality— or so I try, but everything is paper jams and out-of-inks— a mangled, tear-smudged page of faint, illegible, ugly-colored words— not the marvel You deserve. My fingers hesitate to […]
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Read more "The Gift of Grief"The golden leaves have fallen now— cracked and brown and dying, swirling in the autumn air that slips around me, sighing. All that’s left of a youthful dream, conceived in winter’s wait and born beneath the sun’s warm gaze when all the trees create. So soft—the pink and white unfolding— blossoms on the trees that […]
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