Not a memorial. Just memories.
I can’t say it all in one go.
Writing Randomly, Like At 1 AM: Tired And Not Better Looking In The Morning
Not a memorial. Just memories.
I can’t say it all in one go.
A daughter dances. Hope (and dead lightbulbs) spring back to life.
Seriously. Hug your loved ones. Now. I’ll wait.
If you’re 105% certain you know everything there is to know about capitalization in sentence case, so certain that checking a style guide would be a waste of time, you’re probably wrong. Also, you’re bad at math.
They say she died. As if a life so liquid and large could simply stop. No, she moves on, overflowing the banks, washing away broken branches and fallen leaves. Born of rose petals and cannonades, A flash of light crossing the cosmos. Laughing out loud at a Sunday café And long roads taken on summerContinue reading “For Camille”
Far away from bombs and broken hearts we walk in sunshine shoes plodding on concrete hand in hand She talks of polygons and Jane Goodall Polygons are easy and animals can do crazy things She knows the news She’s heard of war She’s heard the air turn blue with the names of despots and doltsContinue reading “Polygons & Jane Goodall”
Crescent City, California, might not be a city of dreams, nor as glamorous as Hollywood. But I dreamed about it for years, specifically the Battery Point Lighthouse. And it’s certainly a great place to see stars – sea stars, that is. When I was a kid, my family and I would often drive between MontanaContinue reading “The Crescent City Chronicles: Or, Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Sea Stars”
My grandmother, my daughter, all the generations before, during, and after. Time echoes.