What we love with passion undoes us. This is known. So in choosing love we accept death. Embrace it. Know that it comes regardless. Some claim to love life, yet simply fear death. The inevitable. They straddle the sidelines. Forever safe. From a comfortable distance. And they live. They exist. But what life is…
I went to speak with her last night. A perfect night. A warm and windy night. I approached the steps of her home. There she moved, in front of me. Divine. Glorious. Dancing. Naked and wild under the new moon. I smiled. She noticed. I approached lovingly. Respectfully. She tickled my feet with cool fingers….
On this day I was given a gift. A gift born of love. Unwrapped and crying. The color of peaches and cream. Twenty four inches long. Alive. Today, you stand tall. A man. Proud, handsome, and strong. Kind, loving, and full of laughter. Full of life. My darling, my Angel, my sunshine-y boy. You have…
He is already asleep. I turn off the television, and slide in. Between the sheets. Unconscious, yet aware. He pulls me over to him. His big hand around my waist. He holds me. I rearrange the pillows to suit. Snuggling in to his warm embrace. My feet are cold. I slip them between his legs. …
She had a cadence to her voice. A pattern to her speech. Sublimely Southern in her delivery. Rarely did she volunteer her opinion. When asked, she chose her words with care. She spoke in a kind of code. Responding indirectly, answering questions not yet asked. She could cut you down, lift you up, make all…
There are no words to describe it really. I can only speak of the feeling. It starts deep within me at the base of my spine and spreads upward with a warmth and tingling, throbbing even. Up to my belly it goes. Hot, aching, reaching my heart. Down my arms into my hands; alive with…
She was dead. So well loved was she. Still, one vulture came repeatedly, to pick over the corpse. The old man called, “Come quickly, she’s taking everything of value.” She could not go. She could not participate. What the old woman wanted her to have, she placed lovingly in her hand, days before death came…
I thought I’d put that baby to bed. I received a call from area code 561. I know more than one living in that zone, but rarely speak with them, at least not on the telephone. There is, however, a particular person, with whom I don’t speak at all. Folding laundry, my phone rang. I…