Dark Night

Heat from your headstone soaked into my arms as I hugged it, as I had once held your thin shoulders. The mahogany granite hewn from the mountains of S...

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The Warmth of A Headstone

“Where were you?” is my soliloquy concerning angels. “Why so capricious in whom you protect and whom you abandon?” I gnaw at the elusive being...

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An Angelic Soliloquy

It rained six years ago on this date. I spent that day running errands and fielding phone calls. I sat on the first step of the stairs to the basement...

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Your Flight Home