Dear Richardson,Has been a bit since my last write, of sweet and kindness is you. I cannot even begin to thank you (picture me giving you an eye roll as I write this) for sending that musical card to Aunty Mildred for Mothers Day! She carries it around with her in that bottomless pit of a purse of hers, and whips it out when least expected — doing a show and tell to all who visit, proudly telling who sent it .... I do hop...

In red I write Your nails to my flesh My coldness to your heat Avoid of brightness Splendor is my gray Orange to black Punches of the past I can name each demon Of a dream dreamt Glass eyes cracked The glow within Of a fevered feed Breadcrumbs laid Exit of path offered Greens of soothe My quiet defined Within beats of skip Choices refined This basket empty Acceptance denied The devil said nay @TTJD

Words softly penned in darkness An alphabet soup in my heart Knees to chin Resting Thinking Conclusion Waiting my cue Grass grows Mountains dwindle This life A funeral living To see To feel Just voices @TTJD