for dinner

the sweetness of getting to decide every night what to eat, where, and with whom has merged with a nostalgia for coming home to a pot of rice, and plates of entrees (always at least one soup), and everyone reaching in with their own fork or spoon. i wonder whether what it is like to … Continue reading for dinner

echoes

the hurt sometimes look too closely for signs of what may hurt again though the seeking itself is hurtful it seems better to be ready than to be taken completely unaware though to be prepared is also painful-- so let go of what was witnessed set aside his cruel detachment forget her quiet suffering learn … Continue reading echoes