I hold this little memory In the palm of my hand A box that lurches open With the snap of a band Always dusty And filled with her scent Flowers and the breeze. She grew a small garden In the back corner of our yard Lilies of the valley were her favorite With spicy pops … Continue reading Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
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RUMBLE – January 10, 2018
Finally, the lock is rusted and broken. The tears come like a freight train down my cheeks, loud and unstoppable. Cemented in my heart for what seemed to be always. Free to flow like a faucet. Sometimes or most times, they creep up on me. As they still hide in the dark. Waiting quietly for … Continue reading RUMBLE – January 10, 2018
