I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...

I promised myself that I would be gentle,
That I would no longer punish myself for taking my...

I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...

My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...

This city looks different in the cover of night
No longer crowded with shoving strangers...

They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...

I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...

Today marks six months after your passing.
On this blistering cold May Mother’s Day...

I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...

I am not a poet.
No linguist, nor painter of the written word...

2am in the back of the car
Windows down, we’ve not made it very far...

Colorblind.
It is how I have lived my day to day...