What it is That we see... We look, We gaze, We blink our eyes. Not a thing Means much more Than anything else. We’ve all seen it, Everything Before us, Behind us, within us. Believe me when I say I’ve looked everywhere, and it’s waiting no where. But I feel it all over. Why can’t … Continue reading Bring It Home – October 7, 2019
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Comfort – August 5, 2019
Scattered, pieces of house dust thrown up from a pillow. The warm sun hits you smack dab in the eye, It feels so good. You sink to the bottom of wherever you’re headed.
Grief’s Praise – March 17, 2019
Mom, you were my home. Your arms, your eyes, your voice. I loved home.
DoRee MelNic 