Florence Phyllis

All these measly weekends, I see you now, I see you wild, I hear the chatter of your child, I hear barn cats meowing, mewing louder as ...

The things we do to self-preserve: I hung on to you, numbed my feelings, hibernated in self-doubt, distanced myself from my friends and f...

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you had been willing to gaze at the stars. Other times I understand your mind was so cloud...

I will love you like the kids love Santa Claus, I will accept your gifts, and they will prove that you exist; I will let you drip and...

Love is a warm cabin on the winter solstice, a circle of friends, cedar boughs, sprigs of lavender, plastic glasses meeting, and stand...