I have learned to hold easily, in one hand, a disparity.I have learned to grip simply and simultaneously, opposing forces of ideas, by the necks, as one would two struggling children.I have learned how to finagle fine edges, to jar jagged pieces into place and to sit...

Somewhere along the way the fresh gave out. The new ran dry. The life drizzled away. The tender became brittle.Somewhere along the way the ideals turned to dogma. The aspirations turned to constrictions. The excitement turned to cynicism.Somewhere she left the valleys...

The corn yields its leaves to the movement of wind and heat of morning sun, growing green and waving on hillsides, content to germinate, grow, be fruitful, wither and fade, and be replaced. The old trees shelter and shade the little cemetery corner like they might...

Sometimes love is not enough for the couple who stepped out and made a commitment from which there is no return and somehow there is no going forward either. Love is not enough to heal the deep carved gouges that keep hearts in pain and hopelessness and fog so deep...