The Truth About Desire

The Truth About Desire

I want my truths to be loosed as words into the universe, like crystalline snowflakes; no two the same no matter how similar the arrangement of letters seem to be. What is a want? Could we call it an empty space full of nothing but possibility? An empty hall, waiting...
Waking Up to Grief

Waking Up to Grief

I think about that voice I heard on our last ride together. “I’ve done what I came to do. Now when are you going to get on with what you’re here to do?” Waking up to grief is like coming out of a dream to the sound of a washing machine out of balance. Knock, thump,...
Touched by a Dragon

Touched by a Dragon

That was her place. To protect me, to remind me. To be next to me. And that place is empty. There is a place next to me that is empty. No matter where in the house I am. At my desk, there is a spot next to my chair where she liked to lie. Next to the big easy chair...