Only once did he ever throw a dollar coin in, and that was a moment.
Only once did he ever throw a dollar coin in, and that was a moment.
You handed me a mineral, and I still carry it with me in the daylight of awake.
She loved to work creatively, her hands always busy with some dream needing anchored in reality.
You blew into my mouth then, and I swallowed, because spitting seemed like an insult.
The coin says, you are paid in full and can leave here without fear and get where you are going. It is a small grace for helping loved ones cross over.
I just wanted to love, and be love. To embody it, and help there be enough for everyone.
Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
Above me, two ravens cut the sky, black silk against the rising sun. Among the stones, I lingered, finding peace in quiet company.