Losing Isabelle
Two hours before she died, Isabelle looked around, alert for the for the first time all day. Ned carried her outside where she peed for...
The needle in your weary legs
and you relax at last
your breathing slows your head
set down upon the pillowed floor.
Your eyes so calm and soft
your chest unfurls as you set sail
a final breath or two a gentle wind
and then your journey made and done.
Losing Isabelle
Three Feet at a Time
Isabelle's New Years Message
You Will Know When it's Time
I want my Isabelle
Getting Bad News
At the Edge of the World
It's been a bit
Winter in April
Spring
Death is a Song
Saying Goodbye to Griffin
Cassiopea
Morning Coffee
2/22/22
Vacation Jitters
Happy Valentine's Day
SOS