Here In My Hands
I have your feet They are so fun I have your feet I make them run I have your feet Here in my hands I have your feet My little man. I have your hands They are…
Dad's Hands
I remember his hands. Coming in from working outside, all the creases and lines in his hands would be filled in with black grease, oil, or soil. Charcoal…
Hands and Love
Hands are so interesting. I look at mine now, and remember what they used to be. Little, shriveled, four, skinny lines and an extra sprouting from the insides…
Warm Hands
She felt his weight leave the bed, as he walked towards the bathroom door. As he came back into bed he draped his arm over her, only to find himself taken…
Stimulate the Senses.
His hands are fascinating. Every scar is visible to the naked eye, rough around the edges but smooth in the center; big and small marks mar every inch. His…
A Telling Hand
My hands cupped hers. With my thumb, I traced the lines of her palms, enjoying the touch of her skin. Soft and hot, it reminded me of warm milk or…
Hands
There was this old man on the corner. His hands were leather and his soul was air. He smoked Kools while he plucked a guitar with his stubby fingers and…
The Cellist of Sarajevo
The crater was not so large that he couldn’t climb in. It was not so small that he couldn’t fit. The blast had been just large enough to lift 22 of his…