When the grey clouds finally part, cracking open a bright blue sky, will you look up? Or have you been, all winter, sitting in the mud—...

Everything is a double-edged sword a smile an outstretched hand

I wish it were only you and me if your brother could be somewhere else but not too far just enough to let us be So I could soak you up...

If we sing it will it come true?

It’s easier to stay awake than be tortured all night. It’s easier to scream and cry than to ask for help.

How do I tell them? How do I protect them? How do I hold their hand— and keep holding? How do I let go? How do I do nothing? How do I...