The sands of time are falling,
and the weaver, she is calling
us to this quilt she’s sewn sublime,
and I’m trying to step in time.
The hands of time keep ticking,
and I’m finding myself wishing
that I could just slow it down,
or at least keep you around.
I will hold the hands of time
if you will hold mine,Read More »
The past few days,
walking and sitting fill me with an ache
that insists there’s something quite wrong
with my walking and sitting when they’re not done by your side
in comfortable conversation.
It’s the kind of ache that makes me want to steal your pots, Read More »
The thing about having your house burn down
in the 2K’s as a teenager
is you totally lack control. I
know; I can tell.
Because I’ve tried to find clothes
that were cute, clean, and matching,
and warm preferably,
in time to escape the fire
that’s interrupted my shower
with brisk November air.
Yes, the thing about having your house burn downRead More »