eyes smile
reach out
connect
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She was about 10 or 11 years old,
quiet and a bit hesitant.
Though we’d never met, we shared a past.
Not together, but separately.
I’d just told the story about my childhood
to a group of adults and children.
She cried during part of it,
leaned over and said something to her mother. Read the rest of this entry »
I laughed as I wrote the dialogue between my body and me. We’ve been having this conversation for a while. It has, however, escalated in the last month while I’ve been recovering from a respiratory virus. Read the rest of this entry »
Contempt – intrusive, ever-present, almost impossible to pin down. But that’s exactly why I need to talk about it.
After several false starts, Read the rest of this entry »
It’s April 2011
Diane is in my dreams—
tall, beautiful
wearing a long, full
light mocha winter coat
that’s gently flared
in the back.
I see her
from the back,
looking over her left shoulder,
smiling at me. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 