You held me in a downtown park with stern hands that conveyed not warmth but safety, a roof, a full tummy. It was April and the birds and the bees and the soil and the flowers and the trees and their blossoms could no longer contain their secrets. Today it all came back to me.Continue reading “X63”
In this strange limbo of absence and bereavement, there is no wine or religion to mollify us. For will we meet again some distant morning, as the insistent birds encroach upon our forlorn thoughts, and the dew that springs forth from our eyes is that of our joy? But here in the midst of happinessContinue reading “Brother,”
I wanted life to be the long, pleasant evening that stretched before me. But I turned a corner. I got lost. Winter changed to spring. And from her tender womb this revolution – the flowers, the colours, the serendipities of love. But it was in this great upheaval then that I found you.