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lay me down the book you haven't quite finished fingering through run rough fingers over bindings that cover smilingsecrets whisper my name ..

Numbered days were measured by the ever increasing difficulty of each painful breath. We watched as the eventuality of her illness moved toward it..

another sideways day

That day is coming; that one I’ve always dreaded. It was cute at first. Flowers and chocolate and lacy froo-froo cards found their way into my h..

something I've been fumbling with for a while . . . not sure it's any closer than it was

My white dress hanging limp under the blaze of the afternoon sun. I wait for the one who will show me the way, who will take my hand and lead me ..

one of the first poems I wrote, one of the handful I brought with me to the cafe, dusted it off and brought it back cause of something I just read

for Sahar

Gazing at the frozen lake today, noticing one lonely, rushing stream when the rest of the water was solid unmoving-- it occurred to me that..