I Carry Your Name into Daylight
Brigid Elizabeth, young mother of my mother, I see you holding her close. I call you by the name you...
Stargazers
Free to be You and Me, a song my young son knew, a hippy anthem, and the beginning of a...
When the Visit is Over
The air feels empty, my flame down to pilot and flickering. At the same time, bereft, and replete. The one...
Kids Aware
At Open Center for Children. the kids lie on mats for naptime, and get their backs so softly rubbed one...
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