it’s a brush against my skin in the dark a bell rings and no hand is there to ring it and I wonder, is it you? is it you trying reach across the divide is it you that passes by gently touching to remind me that you stroll in the splendor while I walk in … More YOU?
it’s too late to talk. To write. To think. I have a headache. It’s 3:49 am. December 6th came and went. Like it always does. But my son’s memory is forever. Two years now since he moved on to the next world. And here I am stuck. i am trying to get unstuck though. I … More HALF
I do believe I am over run with projects. Just cannot stop, will not stop.
INTO THIS DEEP 