September 9 Before suddenly, without warninglike the dazzling sting ofa fast slap on naked skin this invisible marker in timeafter all the visible deathscomes from within soon living in shockscollages a new reflectionin the same mirror September 10 It’s A Different Alone I am mid-fall and losingthe fears of letting goshe asks: what wouldit feel… Continue reading POEM A DAY – Sept. 9 & 10