of a son
My 1st kasa (or gasa) I feel guilty. People live in terror, scared of COVID, wearing face masks. Pandemic, corona; bodies pile up. Numbers don't lie, as more die every day. But I'm just one man with a child; and I want her to thrive, grow up carefree, attend first grade. Normalcy is today's ~… Continue reading As more die, or: As we did once
Sevenling (I am gifting) I am gifting her with an incredible fluency in English, which will open countless doors for her; the open-mindedness to brave the complexity of truth; and my undying love to ground her. Every day, she continues to gift me her endless, adoring love, which I live for; a purpose in this… Continue reading Precious, or: Born again human
A musette The deer is in her sights quite clear Loud noise the still silence destroys Buck falls Pa hears his girl's proud calls
