Count Down

How many made it this time around,

how many faces with you

versus those you search for in the rain.

 

Let the ball drop

Fluctuations of millions beginning,

ending

stories spilling open

 

In explosions

fires

disease

and we’re left counting names

faces in the room with us

to see who’s going round again.

 

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Never Before or Again

I’ll speak

star bursts

to birds,

and sing my hopes to insects

 

I’ll know when it’s time to sleep

by the weight of the atmosphere,

the ground.

 

I’ll forget words,

remember my heart,

sit in ghost silence,

and meditate with stones.

 

I’ll learn the language of

rabbit

deer fawn

 

I’ll call hawk,

and look on night without suspicion.

 

Nowhere else than earth has embraced me

my bones will embrace in return.

 

 

 

Don’t think twice

Last

ticking

down to the wire

the fire

burning’

searing

everything in sight.

It’s down to the last

straw

testament

point.

It’s time to draw it all

inside.

No moment has mattered more than this,

the only one you know you have.

Nothing matters more than breath.

 

It’s here

Now

Never

singular

plural

division

subtraction

revision

subscription.

 

It’s know

feel

touch

sound

take until you don’t know sky from ground.

 

 

 

 

 

Life After Loss

 

Paul Robert Faulkner

Last March 5th my mom and dad got married after 22 years together.  Five days later he died of brain and lung cancer.  My disabled mom, who had taken care of him full time by that point, became homeless shortly after.

Mom’s now living with me, and their first anniversary is coming up.  We all miss my dad.  We’ve gone through our firsts…our first birthdays and holidays without him, and now one year is approaching since my mom lost him and everything they owned.

I’m trying to raise funds to buy my mom a modest home and running vehicle in the town she was uprooted from, the town where dad’s ashes are scattered.  The goal amount would also cover job training in a field my mom  has been talking about entering for half her life.

I want to give mom a new start.  I can’t offer her happiness, I can’t give her dad, so I want to instead see her independent, mobile, and ready for a new beginning.

Every dollar is a step closer, every share an act of love.

 

http://gofundme.com/AngelaFaulkner