[For Scarlett, I write] The disconnected line confirms a suspicion. I suspect neither of us, is, as big as we pretend. I succumb to social discord. False images balancing absence. Scrolling on, Getting by, Doing my time, Un-Blocked Not ‘Un-Alive’. So, they say. But, …that would be… DEAD, to you. Skip far from this fenced […]
[For Virginia, I follow] Standing on the shoreI have decided.I chose stones I will fill my pockets with love, with care, with intent. My act of self-love. Lined up, a collection of :different weights different griefs. Each stone carries withinits own savage beauty. Kindness betrayed. Great loves remembered. These stones,These stones,Oh, how they broke my […]
July 9, 2025
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[For Michael: the sun, the sea, everything to me] The grave neat in the dirtDug out by my own soiled handsIs where I lay myself down. She is a girl-child to me nowThe earth has swallowed a part of her.So unsure, my sweet girl. I loved you deeply.(It hurt, didn’t it? Not the blood, the […]
July 9, 2025
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Where in our Petite Heroine is now a Poet A New Collection of Work. Written in the Dark. Secrets from the Soul. Did you know that if you try to kill yourself, without success, and are brought back to consciousness, surprised and un-dead in the Alfred Hospital Emergency Room and not at God’s gate or […]
July 9, 2025
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