Obituary
He fell from fatherhood, and said the fall was slow, like water through wood. He said he didn’t know. That’s all.
He fell from fatherhood, and said the fall was slow, like water through wood. He said he didn’t know. That’s all.
In the bathwater I see rose petals falling on a little girl in pigtails & sundress reaching for your manicured hand In the mirror I see raindrops
Zen of Instruction
You say, “Hey, you know,
that makes a lot of good sense!”
I feel gratified.
I know how it feels to be overwhelmed by the darkness and to hide in the warmth of its claws. It can all be shifted in the moment…
This is the great unhappening. If a tree falls in the woods if no one is there to hear if your only child dies a mother unmothered. You sold the van. They are going to set your baby on fire.
Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Once again, hundreds of haiku were submitted to this year’s contest…
Our emotions are raw Kept tightly wrapped We talk of friends, the weather Never, what if………… Waiting this time is like watching for a birth
My Gran was born Florence –Imagine a baby in the 1920s With such a serious name–Burdensome, so she went by another But we never forget…
I saw my father in the mirror. The eyes within the glass— The same shade as an Oak cascaded in moss— Are an uncanny reflection of his own.