Here is what I know.
Your hate fits into a thimble.
Our love fills the ocean.
We send you off into the waves
In your tiny little rusted thimble.
Haters
Like rape after rape
Your attacks eviscerate.
You are death inside.
Godliness
Let me help, she said,
Pulling out self-righteousness
Like a shiny knife.
For Rich
At his sister’s wedding, Rich Cizauskas hugs Gene Cizauskas, their mother. Saturday, 12 October 2013. The Plumas House, Reno, Nevada. Photo by Thomas Cizauskas, another brother of the bride.
Angel light of love
Shines over mother and son.
Such sweet devotion.
Dream upon Waking
God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
95 Years
Last breath’s memories:
Cry, the beloved country!
Mandela’s freedom!
Coin on the Ground
Small like a found coin
Or unexpected visit –
Miracles from prayer.
Loneliness
Standing in a field.
Wind whipping naked body …
When no one responds.
Sparks
A twelve-year-old shoots.
Angels weep and hold us close.
A twelve-year-old shot.
Wedding Day
Husband and wife just minutes after marrying each other. Carol Cizauskas and Donald Prather, The Plumas House, Reno, Nevada, Saturday, 12 October 2013.
Angels seen, unseen
Warmed October air with love
As we said I do.
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