It’s as if the sculptor is working backwards, taking a masterpiece and breaking it apart bit by bit, chisel in hand, never seeming to be satisfied with a work of art that was perfect to begin with.Read More
Living in this moment means waiting.Read More
WHERE WAS I
When I signed up to be a caregiver,
to be your caregiver?
The Civic is driven with multiple indicator lights blazing on the dashboard,
each of which is ignored
or deemed unimportant,
since the car continues to run.
I cannot let myself be immersed,
For there are too many proverbial buckets of vomit reeking in illegally parked cars that need to have my feet in them as well.Read More
Instead of being hooked up to tubes and cords, Sean is hooked only to the basketball game on TV.Read More
He collapsed from his wheelchair,
crumpled to the floor,
a rumply pile of the man I love.Read More
I pull up and see my daughter standing at the door and I know something is wrong.Read More