and their children
(2013)
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
