Grasping at Worlds

Grasping at Worlds Wait, please wait oh, where are you? I see you as I look away don’t leave so soon I can all but just recall a distant place I know so well, but not at all Where am I there familiar strange Was it this life? or dreams of day For an instantContinue reading “Grasping at Worlds”

First Signs

The first signs that I can piece together are memories of myself as a child being repeatedly told that  I was born difficult. That I came out of the womb strong willed and opinionated (however an infant can be opinionated). In fact, on one of my first t-shirts my mother had imprinted the words “noContinue reading “First Signs”