11/15/2008

When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us...



November 15th is my Mother's birthday, although she passed away nearly three years ago on December 2nd. She was really the coolest human being I can think of...

To read the rest of Galway Kinnel's heartbreakingly beautiful poem "Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight," click HERE.