My first novel
So with lowered head,
I give to you,
My last missive:
The best that I wish for you and me,
Is to be a stranger to one another.
How long are you going to smile a public smile when you see me Sweeping me out the door of your kindness and grace How long am I to go on feeling a private guilt when I see you Hoping one day you will see the chains you...
And so here we are
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
Got up in the morning, Still reeling from Night visions Awoke to a quiet home Empty kitchen New tigerwood floors Wistfully filled up my expectations Raising up my hopes Will she like them? Sixteen miles of Tehachapi...
Two days before she hung herself in the college dorm room, Dori visited her mother’s grave. At the graveyard she stood near the tree, watching the headstone from a distance. She stood there for two hours...
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