darkness

Still Mine

(For my beloved son, David—no distance, no darkness, and no mistakehas ever changed the love that carries you.) There is a space beside methat does not belong to silence—it belongs to you. The world keeps movingas if nothing has been misplaced. But something has. A piece of my breathingwalks this earthoutside my reach. My hands…
Against the Artist’s Hand

(Thinking about the Bondi Beach Victims tonight…) There are nights when cruelty chooses a doorwayand calls it courage.When hatred sharpens itself into actionand dares to name the wound it makes as purpose.This is one of those nights—where the air itself feels bruised,and silence learns a new weight. Violence always arrives claiming power,but it carries the…

Still Mine