Photos by Christina Morillo and Rheyan Glenn Dela Cruz Manggob from Pexels Coursing through life (like water), I write for you.Compelled by the arms of time and gravity.Let the Earth whirl sideways, I write for you.Relentlessly catching my breath.Let Earth, moon, and passion above, I write for you.Not gold nor silver makes it so.Through the endless pull of care, […]
Center stage: A dead tree, with a bench on either side. A bus stop comprised of 9 or 10 chairs in a row. An abandoned building with what used to be side-by-side storefronts, numbers 666 and 668, at one time covered by rolling metal security gates, now each showing a gaping hole. Former business names
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“I hate you,” my daughter said to meWhen I put her tablet away for a dayAnd swept her suddenly into my armsStrugglingAnd told her I would love her foreverEven in a fightAnd felt the tension melt awayInside my hug. Hugs and kisses, and other favorite things.A cicada held tenderly in her hand.I remember my first
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Photo by cottonbro from Pexels The pain of death is excruciating, encircling, dam-bursting, maniacalCry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of vengeanceUpon deathNo pain at allBut what pieces fall to the living. I weepNot for youBut for myself, without you.For a life that walks no longer into the light.Walks to the top of nothing. A life more empty
Photo by Karolina Grabowska from Pexels “You look like a million bucksIn a wicker basketAll green and wrinkled.” I knew a man onceA writer of his own ilkAn unknown ilkWho stopped talking to me long agoWishing to be 50. “I can’t possibly be what I’ve been and be 50.It would be as though donkey’s years were awashIn warm
