Waxing Lyrical: On A Personal Note   Waxing lyrical about me, In a corner of the garden where foliage grows thick, where vines ramble, Twisting and weaving: on the way to the top Then back down. Here, obscuring thorns, sometimes…

Everlasting Companions After the tumble, after the fall, even, she remembers the grave. Lying bare in the dust, motionless, she knows pure, cold loneliness like even she, Ms. Lonely herself, never knew before: separation from all that is familiar; known.…