Submissions by MadameLavender

(written for the Eddie Van Halen comp)




I did
and it cut my heart,
his sorrow—
a father, gone
a son, grieving.

You were his garden gate
to where flowers still bloomed
behind cigarette smoke.

Do you think the Wolf saw the sky
today
and how it became just a little bit
bigger?

It happens every time
someone so loved
goes away, and
God must make space for them.

Ah, waves still churn the sands,
clouds still look breathlessly
beautiful
before a storm— ...