Hearth Fire

mom I love the way you love warm folding of laundry soft fuzzy robes drying dishes, the game of where to put them you rubbing my hands and feet always present for me here beyond memory so let synapses misfire let brains tinder the fire of smiling hearts I thought...

Beauty Does Not Stay Down

before you mourn your mom smiling out from behind the gauze of her disease, remember beauty will not sit down before you expect your dad to be reasonable, to let go of both mom and who he is this instant, remember beauty will not sit down before you ask your cousin,...