Kind guesses fill the page with their presence, hiding answers quietly in the span of writing while rhythm is being sung in words.

together.Mom has waited many years for this reunion withDad – I feel her joy and rejoice.At the same moment I’m devastated, alone, crying,grieving, sorrowful beyond all human endurance.Being expected to continue life with theoverwhelming grief of Dad’s demise – how can Iwhen I can’t even see through millions of tearsflowing through my eyes constantly?Then I…

Reeling and unreeling expressions and provoking everyparticle of matter to cooperate in writing.Continually seeing sights as sounds of music permeatemy soul, creating novel approaches to worlds of old.Philosophizing on unknown levels of understanding,finding common ground to stand on.Never having to look beyond the boundaries of self-imaginative storms, always quietly enjoying what ishidden without worry or…

We look forward to seeing friends and familiesespecially on cold, lonely days spent in beds ofsickly linens.Wistfully looking out a bedroom window at the sunshining upon earth, filling it with a life-givingessence.Beautiful nature wafting upon gentle breezes, takinginto consideration, the scent of roses growing uponbushes just below the window sill.A savory day in spite of…

pretending to talk as their shadowlips move up and down silently.