On princesses, flight and forgetting

Warm as toast and perfumed with imaginary flowers, why those freshly-laundered sheets invite flight her spirit insists!  Giggles float like bubbles from a magic wand, burst too soon by a mama's weary prick.   Princess superintends this routine....

Broken minds and perspective

Chronicled fours years ago as my siblings and I watched my father's slow-motion, heart-breaking end-of-life, this poem stands as one of the most important pieces I've ever penned.  As my heart bleeds words in witness of painful circumstance, I never let...

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