Raw: Disconnect

If I could speak to youI’d tell you things,under this sunlit skyand while somewherea towhee sings.I’d share some thoughts, for just a while, the varied odds and endsthat comprised my dayand made me smile.Though I don’t know howor why this should be trueI’d share the sunlightand the singing bird, my friend, with you. May 2, …

Raw: Another Morning After

Each morning wakingyou are less and less in my first thoughtand shame is passinginto just embarrassmentand simple pain. Yet still my eye– with each flicker of a glanceof what I saw you inthat passes in the roador on the screenor in a passing thought– still shies away,seeks haven in any other thing. But there are …