A POEM A DAY 284
To Be—Anyway To live or give up—that is the question.Is it better to keep taking every hit life throws,or to finally say, I’m doneand end the pain for good?Dying sounds like sleep—quiet, peaceful, no more stress,no more heartbreak, no more pretending everything is fine.But what if death is not the end?What if something comes after,and…
A POEM A DAY 283
Barren of Leaves He stood like a tree winter had forgotten to finish—all bone, bark, and bitter silence. Once, perhaps, something green had stirred inside him. A tenderness. A small mercy. But he had starved every soft thing at the root until nothing remained but twisted branches reaching toward a sky that no longer answered.People…
Pinched Off the Block
For Susan Sue stands at her kitchen counter,cutting a piece of cheddarfrom the block she keeps there—not cold from the refrigerator,but soft beneath the knife,warm enough to releaseits sharp, familiar scent.She lifts it to her mouth,and before she can finish chewing,the kitchen fades.She is a little girl againin the early seventies,standing beside Mydaddyon the front…
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