A New Day

If I squeeze too tight tissue paper hands will tear my dying vigil your forehead's stress lines passed to survivors In me...

Daily updates from my phone no change... no change... never any change; but the worst is in store. Three,  the number of  weeks one...

a slip of blanket over fairy dust skin  covers yesterday's bones memories and how your hand felt in mine before time stole ...

Saturday's Email of the Week Today I will be going on another road trip. I may have seen my sister last weekend, as well as my mo...