When I was young, you came with your black mouth agape and your blacker heart pounding with anticipation.I feared for my sanity or my life.So I tried to drown you in drink, in powder,in the temporary warmth of another...

She taught me not to fear deathIt’s just part of livingNow every time that I go and visit herMy soul hurts and heart sinksShe’s waiting to cross that bridgeGone are the stories she used to tellAs far back as...