When being kind is The act of being human And giving over Is as natural as breathing We will never want for more.
When it’s time bury me here Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s Built like a Mack Truck With a solid beating heart And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
A Tanka for Vetti
Defy gravity Crush crimson berries on ice Embrace falling rain And raise an alchemists glass Salutation joie de vie.
Gluons in a Car Park

Your hand outstretched against my breast as we brake too fast: My fist clenches just the way you hate it- As I stare at the approaching distance. ‘Don’t do that’ you ask, […]
Think of You

I’m a Tanita Tikarim song Her dulcet sadness Haunting me And in my head I sing along “I think of you”: And as I breath – I think of you, And if […]
The last removal day.
I’m at the Plaza. The place he proclaimed visitation with like an accomplishment: “i went to the Plaza”. The same intonation he has when he looks at me and says “my daughter”. […]