I Wanna Hold Your Hand For forty-seven years, Anne, your hand found mine as if the body had its own shy compass, your palm warm with errands, weather, supper steam, the ordinary electricity of us. I loved the small negotiations of our fingers, thumb over knuckle, pulse answering pulse, a language more fluent than vows…
Falling in Love with another Anne Or how I’ve fallen madly in love with the same, yet radically different, woman twice Once feisty Anne, her laughter sharp, opinion a shield, principle her armour, she’d pace the halls of life, anxiety folded taut, but neat, beneath a silk scarf, eyes tracing the lines of every..
A Woman with Heart For Anne, this Valentine’s Day A heart in every room – stone, cloth, glass – Anne, collector of the world’s pulse, your shelves hold tributes, tender and small, while your own heart, the true north in this house, expires quietly beneath hospital lights. You taught me to find heart everywhere:..