If I let myself remember you

If I let myself remember you as you were, before you left - and not as you are in memories I curated mindfully for the museum of your being- a life taken all too soon, I know, I will never want to wake up again. If I let myself remember how sick you got, how…

Orphans stop waiting

It comes to me from time to time that moment and that conversation - a haunting weight I knew even then would leave a heavier imprint than one would've guessed. She said to me at the library as we worked on the art project how orphans stop waiting once they get used to the wait…

Dear reader…

Thought I'd share a laugh, with my greetings, as the year comes to a close, by sharing an old poem which I found in a diary I maintained through 2007-2010. It is clearly inspired by my years studying in a Victorian convent, the books I read and my growing adoration for the Bard - and…

OLD SONGS

Don't aim for me when I'm gone, when all there's left are memories of old songs I sung; don't aim with roses or with a gun, when all there's left are memories of the tears and fun... The birds have migrated to the West my love, each and every empty nest now boasts of only…

Old Soul in the New Age

I am the whispering wind in the cold night; the shooting star with a trail of white; I am all worlds; I am a tale; I am the bird heralding the gale... I am the dawn, the dusk, the will o' th' wisp; I am the footprint on the sand, and the rescue ship; I…