As we're redoubling our efforts in marketing the Freedom of Vision Prison Anthology, here's an excerpt from one of the pieces... Enjoy!
A part of me is gone now too
yet a part of her remains
in a holy mystery that is beyond my comprehension
as if two having become one
can no longer be divided
I sleep alone in our bed of dreams
watching her
barefoot in the backyard
shampooing her long auburn hair in the sunlight
with water from the garden hose
Two hawks fly circular patterns
over green fields near the coast
I cannot remember when I did not love her
—From Bereaved, by Gordon R. Grilz
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