Desert rain is the reign Of mud. The dirt has no roots To hold it. Free, it marries water And crowns it brown. Not before your death or after Had our gully run. Now it is dirt brown And man-deep. Now me-without-you Swims into view: Plant without roots.
I love the two lines with a line space of separation! I think Gray Mirror should pivot to becoming a poetry book, or finish a poetry book and finish the political book.
I think you should slow down on dating until it has been a year of mourning. We had a guitar player in our church band who played like Jimmy Page. His wife passed away. A few months later he quit our church because he was self-conscious about re-marrying so soon. He was right that we all noticed, but wrong that it made a difference to us, but he left us. Maybe peer pressure happens to know it might be better to get over the mourning period before entering the dating and remarriage period? I don't know.
"... like a group of college freshmen
Who were rejected by Harvard and forced to go to Brown!
We're Rhode Island Bound!"
Stay strong.
By now, the rain has turned to snow. Anyway, brown lives matter too!
I love the two lines with a line space of separation! I think Gray Mirror should pivot to becoming a poetry book, or finish a poetry book and finish the political book.
I think you should slow down on dating until it has been a year of mourning. We had a guitar player in our church band who played like Jimmy Page. His wife passed away. A few months later he quit our church because he was self-conscious about re-marrying so soon. He was right that we all noticed, but wrong that it made a difference to us, but he left us. Maybe peer pressure happens to know it might be better to get over the mourning period before entering the dating and remarriage period? I don't know.