In my Breakfast Bowl

I thank the banana tree the very one that gave me this banana, firm and sliced into my bowl. And...

photograph by Susa Silvermarie

When I Hold the Truth of Dying

When I hold the truth of dying, our common ground, in my hands, it helps me be kind. I just...

Knowing the Day

The day after tomorrow, someone I know has chosen to die. He’s ready, relieved, and doubtlessly afraid. Once I’m out...

We Can

The stance that we what want is possible. A choice of standpoint. Deliberate as moving from shallow breathing to a...