On Writing

Poem 89 – Tears

tears there are always enough tearsgathering in the brookssplaying from my soulmeandering searching rushing expressing the languages of lovethat hold everything unconditionallyeven when my heart is a concrete damthe tears make way erode erupt offer me somethingto feel to taste to discoverthere are always enough tearsthis is my love language today

On Writing

Poem 22 – What The Mind Forgets, The Heart Remembers

What The Mind Forgets, The Heart RemembersFor Linda C. decades of dayslived togetherburnt toastflooded basementmice in walls where minutes lap like Lake Erie warmed in the hot summer sunlost breath after sexholding handseyes that talk the soul writes your storyon the chamber walls in your heartstucks in the meaty foldsunknowns that paralyzeoffspring in painlupus latching on  the… Continue reading Poem 22 – What The Mind Forgets, The Heart Remembers