given up on,
pushes through the soil
in its corner of the dark and wet garden,
pale green in the morning light.
Life reaches upward.
Will you grow, seedling
and sprout seeds of your own?
(Someone, without meaning to, I'm sure, dropped me right back into the worst night of my life. I will see this over and over until it lets go. So…
They walk around me while I write, with a hey, ho, and a hey nonnie nah, They spin around me while I write, talking, laughing in my sight, watch my…
O brave new world, O brave new year full of potential unrealized, new, untried. May we, taking the first, tentative steps into your…