

Coin Operated DandilionsOur yard looked like gold, summer sunCoin Operated Dandilions
shining on it. When winter came,
an ocean of snow protected our mine.
Each flower was a precious gift, a virtual hive of possibilities. We’d make wreaths, necklaces, bracelets, and bouquets. We’d use them to draw on the sidewalk, hopscotch, rainbows, flowers, anything we could imagine. In Daddy’s hands, the garden hose would erase our masterpieces,
until inspiration dawned like the full moon that shown in my bedroom window.
Our mother always had paper cup vases overflowing with our g


Tears of the MoonThe moon cries for them, every dawn she leaves her tears. Her tears clingTears of the Moon
on the grass, the trees, cars and buildings. They die in the rooms, and on the street.
Blasting, booming, bombing. Souls returned to the foundations of the universe, lost from the mortal coil so desperately held onto.
But this too shall breed new life, for there to be beginnings, there must be endings.
Drums beat
the heart beats that continue in the void where those remain longing for those who were lost.
Cymbals
the s


Sorrow's Sunrisethey count the HEARTBEATS that pass in those moments of silence, heartbeats that those remembered will NEVER have. the numbers of REMEMBERED going higher, ever larger; numbers that to someone ARE names. across all the world UNCOUNTABLE tears are falling, as sorrow extends her claw-like fingers across THE sunrise, shreddSorrow's Sunrise