ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
Tag: fatherhood
cliff-song
This song migrated from her playlist to mine, like a wish-feathered feeling she owns…
fault lines
It doesn’t take a cosmic seismologist…
home alone
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
sushi and the sensei
But, lovey, if you’re quick…
when kissed by less
Not all fights are with fists.
three girls: jazzy lou
Jazzy Lou would be a song
the gulls would sing…
throwback: 2007: the dream of words
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
quiet legacy
The path through fatherhood may look like a ball of knotted yarn…
