Yes, it has occurred to me
That I haven't been able to look at a recent...
Grief does not knock.
It shoulders the door...
There was a little girl
who lived in a broken home...
My feet are cold,
and my hands are trembling, reaching out for help...
It's like I've always known you
But how could that be...
I feel it still,
pulsing...
It's been years
your hearse has rolled by...
The holocaust in Palestine
And little children just dying...
She mourned her loss
Day and night and...
One cornered, velvet rose
emitting simple perfumes...
In the way I find this night
Solitary, calm and lone...
To My Uncle
Time stopped...