https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/something happened on a vision questhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/548964Held by unbearably slender thread, her eggshell head, is all between my baby and the void. Inadequate membrane, of pink and bone, to house my jewel, my care, my own, that cruel chemicals exposed. The soft brown down that grew and stirred our hope, not enough to keep my sweet one warm. We wrapped...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/539021Pink and red, hands held, my daughters merge. Leaning into a sister, They stride to school. Tethered one to the other, they lumber, they lurch til they flow! Blood sings through a circuit, sustains, as they fall into time. Elastic heart cuts its infinite slack, on a shore, dont look back, on a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/539019The Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries. Rosary beads weave, siblings, we dance down the years, in each others sights never forget, never forgive, my mothers teeming brood picking at our brother sister hood. Living in another place, scattered where we fell. With other people blood dilute and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/534580THE SMUDGED MOON RIDES Boy saw the moon saw the moon saw boy. Boy in the moon in the moon in boy. "The moon, the moon is smudged" he said, "oh why"?. and I, navigator, smelled the smoky air and knew its purple trail across the sky. From gathering dark the smudged moon rides. His blurred face...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/527616MEDITATION IN DAN MORRISEYS FIELD This field, spare and stubbled in autumn, bound by fog enwrapped river, holds my child enthralled. Its silent banks empty, at last, of all but solitary boy, and he, silent, intent, he is armed with net and jamjar, he is framed by re stained evening held upward by...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/downdays/518973WHERE I roam the red kitchen floor. Yellow squares hold me. I hear Mammy's voice up above, always. Her knife, chop, chop cutting apples, glides through the pastry falling, falling from the rim of the bowl. Falling from the rim of the bowl. A log snaps, in confusion of ash. Mammy and Nan's...