They wait for the snow to melt, th… And to see the children playing in… The snow is gone but the sun doesn… In their own worlds, how does it h… Family, friends and total stranger…

The intricate patterns And delicate designs of These crystals with Rare proportions appeals To her curious mind.

Her gramma was the very best... pa… Life long test. The strength in her she wishes she… Life long test. But through the tears, she can pla…

Women warriors laboring over hot o… Boiling their bras in the pots. They are the witches of their own… Dancing to the flute caressing the… Feeling the heat of their lives,

As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds

Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…

Lemon tasting baby dreams Like so many days spent in Readin… Muggy restlessness of summer Watching Kung Fu Or eating

Rip Van Winkle’s catchin’ Z’s Escaping from society From guns and drugs and alcohol Wife beating child beating And that ain’t all

He wants what you want, their face… He can’t understand you Why put him down He started his life at the tender… You started in your youth

He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced

Wind, oh, West Texas wind Blow away her dreams. Let drifts of sand Not uncovered hope. Make her heart as barren

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

A single red rose for you her son Because you’re one today And her heart you still hold, with… As if you were never taken away. She guesses she’s really selfish

He pours noise into his head and c… Which added up to zero. He put alcohol in his stomach and… Leaving zero. He believed nothing of value,

In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…