He comes with his vast universe of need in a rusted van leaking oil, spewing exhaust his hair and beard sprouted, grown, and gone to seed I ache with caring gape with pity while he’s still safely distant and yearn to open all I have all I am to him my brother Then I hear [...]
Brotherly Love
by Erin Brannigan
To My Friend, Chronically Ill
by Erin Brannigan
What can I do restrained as I am by tiny clutching hands by clamoring demands by the very abundance of my life? And by the not knowing what or how or when And, yes, by the fear that what I finally do will be all wrong. I would give you greenness, laughter, escape an enchanted [...]