We Grow Old

We grow old but our story does not remain untold. We may lose our pets and parts and end up forgetting the rest. Turn our cheeks to the cold and lift the corners of our mouths in jest. Eventually we will turn to dust and mold ourselves, long after we are bought and sold, or […]

I Never Saw Him…

I am envious of the lens that saw him moments before he died–he smiled. kids rolled down hills, their screams were the things of dreams… I tumble and feel wet grass, growing around his gravestone, a place that marks the letter sealed inside. words eaten long ago by worms–scorched on a sidewalk, split in half […]