The past, memory, and who we really are

I realized I lost a lot of my personal pictures today. It struck me really hard as I come to grips with knowing a lot of the tangible reminders I have of a period of time in my daughter’s life and a handful of wonderful trips I’ve taken may be gone for good. This comes […]

Silence

Timelessness without commodity Seasons without change or night or day. Tears and breath pass intermittent Stillness, warm as a lover’s kiss. Who am I when you pass from memory When my days fade into mist? When I’m buried, long forgotten, Who will know I’ve gone away? Stone and etching rendered faceless And the stars no […]