Death and the Elephant

There are some days not quite as bright as others, even when the sun is shining. The dark clouds of grief, or fear, or anger, or helplessness just roll on in like an impending storm to obliterate any rays of hope and possibility. The elephant in the room looms impossibly loud and large, knocking the…

When No One’s Looking

You came to me last night as you promised you would Under cloak of night a million blinking night sky eyes like fire flies bearing witness to our secret rendezvous Where I poured out my heart and hopes beneath your watchful gaze so silent still, and in the silence in the space between the breath…