Sylvia Plath With Ra's duties abandoned, Petals retract. The rose folds in upon itself, Collapsing. With no center, there is no end to this --  Collapsing.

I want to share a poem I recently wrote for my wife, Cayce J. Star, about the divinity of connecting with others. I hope it connects with you. Thank you for listening. Mommy is dying.  A bullet of self-loathing.  A gun to the heart.  How could she hate her life that much?  My brothers, my world,...