It Lingers Like a Ghost
I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence to tragedy, betrayal, bloodshed and fear on those many lost days at the hands of a father’s rage and the long hours in the rushed moves in the middle of…
Wild Beauty
For my daughter I love the darkness and the storms in your eyes as well as the light, the rage of your untamed seasons, the wild wind within you and the calm of your more quiet days where there are only slow dreams to move through, to remember you after all the wars and all…
