By Gillian Kessler. You were gone at dawn, gone to save lives, run the show.
Bring It
By Gililan Kessler. The only physical activity I've been really confident about for most of my life has been dancing.
For Mom at 79
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
In the Garden
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
Open
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
-Richard Hugo
Two Children on a Sunday
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
The Open Window
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
The Breathing Palace
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
Create
A creative fervor is upon me. I feel it in everything I do, need it with an intensity, a voraciousness. Without it, nothing feels quite right.
City of the Fallen Angels
A poem by Gillian Kessler.