A Crossing

Priory infrequencies deafening a distant prayer Fear silencing a loud voice The unspoken, breathless unspeakables done to unfinished people, rippled against the surface of previously uncharted waters  Haunting the quiet presence longing to be quenched, reflected Evidence of scorching, not from bridges burned or leaves turned Those amends were made long ago We crossed bridges…Read more A Crossing

No Thanks

It's not that I'm anti mothers or ungrateful for the miracle of human reproduction but I've always found myself averse towards rewarding adult choices. There's something trivializing and strangely dysfunctional about this particular holiday. Again, it's not that I don't  appreciate the concept of caregiving, it just feels like the original intent for the holiday…Read more No Thanks