Children bring reminders of so many things.
Your call tonight left me hollow / my chest is under bricks / breath heavy / I feel you separating / and I touched you for a time / like when I was a child / I admired you / now I lose you / again / you're going back to them / back to … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
She was broken silver Unwound and unraveled She followed the shadows Of ungranted wishes Wind comes Leaving half torn Remnants of color A pinwheel once moved By breath Sometimes death Becomes a beautiful life Lifting her to the other side Where madness turns To twisted smiles I watch her worry She is churning The what … Continue reading The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel
She jumped off a bridge into the middle of traffic in North Seattle this morning. She has lingered in my heart all day. I don't know her name, what she looked like, if she had children or a husband, family, had ever felt love or had someone hug her. And that makes me sad. I … Continue reading She Left the Planet