My song is broken, shattered by the screams, the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears. I bend down, bewildered, to pick the notes up off the floor, but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords that […]Read more "My Only Song"
It’s hard to watch the hands of time, dismantling the past. unscrewing memories, packing up the artifacts in boxes to bury someplace. The house I loved, taken board by board, is not the place it was before— but lonely, struggling to stand, in a forgotten field. My elders—where are they? Time has damaged […]Read more "Changed"