Once in the heat of an argument We took it to The DeciderThe two of us both Feeling the roiling flashes of betrayal and resentment no doubt The details are, of course, no longer with meBut in the memory of
All We Did was Joke but It’s Real
If you won’t eat anymore how will I show you love? If you won’t speak how could I fathom? If you weren’t here anymore how will I substantiate loving you? No, it’s never the same cliche The living do not
沒有姊姊以後
你越過了 走頭無路 我失去了 問心無愧 逗號沒有地方好放
5 Year Non-Review
This November there seems to be nothing to say. – Anne Sexton That covers it I guess. Some links: something else I’d written earlier this month the 4 year review 3 years and Thanksgiving Two Year Review (that was several
November Always Is Not Easy
November always is not easyMany poets have remarked on this I will say, however, in fairnessIt’s not as though it was only ever windyor that the rain wouldn’t ceaseWe saw the sunWe saw the moonLight remainscreeping away earlier in the