When they come for me

My BFF, my confidante, my lover. Deborah was brutally killed in a head on accident in Cazenovia, NY last summer. Yesterday was her birthday, June 14, and the universe still needs her voice. I will not let her be forgotten. Here is one of her poems.

Find her writing on The Curve of Longing on WordPress.com

When they come for me

By Deborah Sorrentino

you will not remember my name

unable to recall

the beauty of those afternoons

the sheltering trees the

sunlight and music and

when they cut out my tongue

you will not remember my voice or

the words to my song 

the laughter in my eyes and

when they shatter my bones

when they scar my flesh

you will cover your ears and

swallow the wind

when they lock me away

you will not wait

outside the prison wall

praying for a glimpse

you could never share

a moment of hope

in your hands

a bowl wrapped in clean linen

holding secrets

9/28/2020

Togo

Nancy’s Togo

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Dear Nancy,

I found this photo of Togo the other day. I noticed that he had a rainbow over his head and at his back. That is just how special he was to you and everyone who met him. He is still with you, riding the rainbow – arcoiris – of Sian Ka’an after every rain.