newtown

in

one tiny breath

in.

despite grief's hold
on my heart

in

in

my chest rises.

somehow
each gasp
makes its way through

as I try to pray
for
each fallen life

the only thing to do

the sunflower, and its seeds

my knowing

how do I

like enough
to
not like too much
so that
my liking
distorts
my knowing

?

a stranger this morning

I was walking
slowly
on Nostrand

crying

this morning

and a stranger
brought me into her church,

held my hand

until I could sing and clap

amazing gospel songs of praise.

i'm going back.

the theme tonight was on letting go. 

and

this, 

I have learned a lot about.

holding on, though, is something I would like to try.

how to?

to whom?

what a mysterious thing, this life.

do I have to water the shadows too?

mediation

by: Erika Kapin

sound + mirrors

Italy

autoritratto

italian doors

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rio tiber

.