Remembering the two sons who aren’t here with us.
A brief poem about the death of transwoman Bri Golec..
I like to think of fall as a dignified season. All tweed blazers and pea coats and sweater vests. But the truth is, fall is just Mother Nature wearing her pajamas out in public.
Another day begins stretching its arms up to brush away the dark. In the morning let me know your love, O Lord. New mercies and joy arrive each day. Some mornings new mercies look like a cup coffee; joy like fresh fruit on my cereal. In the morning let me know your love, O Lord. […]
My womb emptied And we held you for a brief moment Marveling at your delicate, beautiful features. Your dark hair, Your long toes, Your tiny nose, Your perfect lips. Too soon our arms were emptied, No longer able to hold you, To smell the top of your head, To stroke your sweet skin, Or kiss […]