The station

We walked to the station in silence.Your bags had been packed for a week.I told you I was happyyou were chasing after all you seek.But my grief was welling up inside.My strength taking its toll.I wouldn’t look your directionfor my spirit I couldn’t console.Your hand touched my back and I stiffened.A deep breath I breathed…… Continue reading The station

Love roams free

envision a world with your third eyebetween the water and the skyanother dimension where love roams freeno bounds, no restrictions, only generosityyou can be you, and I’ll be mea world where everyone can seeall are the same, for we are all oneno longer considered a prodigal sona world where everyone can belongthis is my heart’s…… Continue reading Love roams free

Mimi and her toast

VIGNETTE My grandma, who we called Mimi, was standing at my kitchen counter eating her morning toast. She started to walk around observing my new living quarters as crumbs fell to the floor with every bite. Seeing the mess, I grabbed a plate and followed after her in an attempt to catch the crumbs. “What…… Continue reading Mimi and her toast

My love life is suffering

VIGNETTE, Humor Head buried in The New Yorker is not the norm for my morning commute on the Q, but I recently subscribed and am quite enjoying my quiet time with the articles each morning. It seems more productive than staring at random people as I internally bee-bop to the Broadway tunes in my earbuds.…… Continue reading My love life is suffering