When tears hit ground

"A poem for Nick on your homegoing..."

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Birthday ruminations on your birthday Momma.

I knew growing up when all else failed, when desolation and abandonment threatened.  I always knew that you would be standing there, indefatigable not unlike the Rock of Gibraltar to infuse me with the ingredients to manifest what I deemed impossible to conceive. In a ugly world where being minimized, broken and stripped bear of …

Those Baptismal ruminations 

​In the seconds prior to taking this picture in the Frederick, Maryland historic district, a cornucopia of thoughts ran through my mind. Those metaphors of baptism. The fear of swimming in - the uncertainty of our steps. Our desire to be cleansed of what would defile us and sweep us away in the proverbial current …