I have a confession to make. There's this thing… I guess other people don't have it. But when it's all I know, it's hard to imagine how living as another person without it might feel. I recently read a few of my poems that Mom...

An account of caring for a dying loved one and things I wish I would have knownI'm caressing my grandmother's placid thinly skinned skull in her assisted living apartment. I have agreed to be here for the next 36 hours while my uncle takes a...

meet me there, oh you who always dies.meet me there, oh you who slip slip slips into place.meet me there, oh you who has already arrived.meet me there, oh you who bears all truths.meet me there, oh you who knows it all. feels it all....

Fire. the second sacred element. That what consumes and transforms, That what warms and brings comfort. Don't get too hot, Or perhaps you do, to burn and start a new?------------------------------------------------I'm sitting in the shade, running water behind me, a field of yellow flowers watching the...