blind in my living
a life of fading passion
you offered access:
a touch in that old hallway
dilating these clouded eyes
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Me, directing Oz while comforting Toto In 1999, my two oldest children were 7 and 5 and would accompany me to the grand Fuller Hall aud... -
what else could you say about me? she asked. how many words exist? said i. i lament that we live in a world in which l... -
we can wing, you can bring your lover, to hop across delicate stones toward those restful trees. thoughtful walks and quiet wantin... -
my father took me, a suspicious son toward the casket where his own father lie it was 1979 i wore a K-Mart suit jacket and a... -
she doesn't like the rain through the window, and a kiss is a prayer. she doesn't like the reeling gravity of a destroyed ... -
Perhaps the most provocative post I read this week regarding the suicide of Robin Williams came from a... -
it only takes a second, maybe after asking them to get ready for supper, which they'd rather not do, and they spike a rad... -
i was at an event and she called my name from across the tops of the heads of a crowd a mother holding her daughter the one who... -
outside my window the blossoms of a flowering tree bob in the wind at the ends of branches like the heads of boys in the arms of a ... -
all the bells that ring above the confounding swirl of this meager life are made from the dust of the innocent heart-core...
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