Memories outsourcedto the cloud.Curated by social media.Access denied. Trust outsourced to video doorbellsgreeting visitorswith distrust…
What is itthat you dream?Abstract colorsand shapes,splotches,shadows,of reality?Mommy and daddy’s facesthat you see so oftenthroughout…
When current fortuneis born of prior misfortune,good luck stemsfrom bad luck,success succeeds suffering,there is a…
With our boys being preemies they exist in this weird place where there is no…
Like being blindfoldedfeeling througha maze of knives.Like riding a unicyclejuggling flaming hatchets.Like walking a tightropeover…
In reading BorgesI come across a critique of abstract artas an attempt to express emotion,remove…
In writing the NICU journal there were a lot of thoughts that floated around my…
Cold rain needles exposed flesh as a sudden gust of wind deposes my hat from…
Sounds of life fill our housenow that allare under one roof.Babies’ babbles and criesa much…
In writing the NICU journal I rediscovered my thirst for writing and knew that I…
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