11/14/2010 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Because We Both Grew Up Nov14 Because We Both Grew Up The dying maple could not hold the grass around its roots so my brother’s Hot Wheels made curving crossing roads upon the dirt. They only stayed from rain to rain. I could not hold him either.
11/13/2010 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Camping Out Nov13 Camping Out Only if you have pulled your hood closer to warm your cheeks, have seen the sparks lifting crackly red against the sooty sky, could you know the brightness of this tender moment, rising hope for the possibility of our tomorrow deep within the shadows of this chilling night.