[tabby title="Poem"] Wish you were here… There is so much to say,but not everything can fit on a 4x6 card.Space and time are not on my side. I am finally seeing the places we always talked about —the view looks...

[tabby title="Poem"] It happened between one breathand the next;the crayon yielding with a snapto a small, determined grip. Our eyes met,wide and waitingfor tears that never came. Without a word,you pressed the larger piece into my palmand shoulder to shoulderwe...

[tabby title="Poem"] Arched back, stooped low,the sunflower leans over the fenceto watch a boy pass by,hand held tight in his mother’s. Its face, once turned to the sun,now tilts toward the dust,heavy with the weightof knowing. Bright petals fall like...