Writings

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Day 59 - for Margaret Ann

your dying is a lazy mountain waterfall without an end. i am looking under rocks - in between the manzanita and madrone - under moss and...

we have always liked to organize things differently. you file beautiful next to exquisite and lush and tradition - your systems become...

i wanted to bring you flowers - lift the scent of jasmine out of the air or carry the wind with me - to where you were hiding, under the...

for a minute i forgot you. or maybe it was a week or a month or any time really - that is longer than okay - until suddenly something...

finally, i got so tired of words - and the way they were being used to destroy what we love and who we love and even how - that i quit...

i jumped off the bridge last night in my heart and now some twelve hours later i still haven't hit the bottom - the immeasurable depth of...

i am sorry for dying - the way the orchid petal limps and clings - refusing to drop. i found all the merchandise a heartbreak - the way i...

when they forgave me - for words i had not spoken - i hurried to use my voice again, for forgiveness's sake itself. before i changed for...

We drive in traffic at night to see papa - who at almost 93 years old - is the first to call you toots. Irv's a good kid says his...

dear santa,  please bring home:  food for the hungry shelter for homeless solace for the grief stricken our country's sanity and a set of...

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