What Lies Beneath
“When I was young I painted the trees and the clouds just as I…
Death on a Birthday – For Carma Dawn
I found the nurse that had been in earlier, “I think she’s dying faster than…
Play It Again
Piano practise dominated my childhood from the age of five until early in high school.…
Moving to the Mountains – What Makes the Cut?
Now I look at this battered old trunk and I realize that it holds dreams,…
To My Sister Upon Her Death
You left on a river of love and were met by an ocean.