Another March 23rd
Haibun Sink into a chair. So tired. Body, weeping aches instead of tears. Meanwhile, Mom copes with Granny’s birthday. Alone. Again. receding snow her occasional cough from downstairs more by FRANK J....
Tagged: grief
Digging to China
Poem Well I was digging my way to China, shovel and all, hands dirty with the past, with the miles of mud dug, displaced, disposed. I was digging my way to China when my...
