Tuesday

Fifteen and taken in the first snow. That was Tuesday. That was the bridge and the last commute from the first job – too young for black ice and traffic. There will be a cross come Spring, there is always a cross come Spring. But for now it is hard grounds, black ice and green […]

I Will Not End My Grief

Could there be a requisite span of mourning – some sentence meted out by the dead to be thrown black out into a day without – wistfully walking away? I picked a stone on a path as I thought of you. I picked a stone for my pocket, and there, in my pocket is my […]