This Kind of Love loving my children is an internal violence.a persistent, profound murderingof all that is not soul-light.my blood moves in sacrificial screamsreleasing the worsts of my fears into thenavy-night skies that yearn for mymy obsessive worry-pain. the stars arethirsty for the slick wound that is forevermourning the loss of these lives from my… Continue reading POEM A DAY – June 26