It’s been 122 Fridays since I last held my littlest love. I count because I can’t help it. I count because he’s my son and he’ll never stop mattering to me. I count because numbers are something real that makes sense to me, unlike his absence, unlike SUDC. Patrick should be three and a half… Read More 122

The Work

Each morning with the growing light My eyes constricting  from the sight I fumble back from dreamless night A lightning bolt within me strikes and I know that something is just not right A reverse process begins within my frame Every day since the one has started much the same My thoughts fall through the… Read More The Work