by Lucille Clifton

they are right, the poet mother
carries her wolf in her heart,
wailing at pain yet suckling it like
romulus and remus.  this now.
how will I forgive myself
for trying to bear the weight of this
and trying to bear the weight also
of writing the poem
about this?

"They looked as if they would ring as if tapped with a stick.  The puddles rang.  The water rang."

Montreal, 2015
with these guys
Pentax k1000/ kodak 400

#1 by Christie
#2, 6 and 15 by Hil

May and June 2015

"A human face has a claim on you, because you can't help but understand the singularity of it.  The courage and loneliness of it."

-M. Robinson

My Oma with my uncle and my dad//
My Oma and Opa//
My Opa and Oma with my dad//

I see Ives in my dad.