Seeking the Gaze

Seeking the Gaze

It starts when one is young and even long before the searching, the yearning for that moment when your mother’s eyes alight on you, or your father’s gaze snaps into focus with you as its target.   Two universes connect, slide together, magnet and iron. The chest...

The Silencer

I strum the guitar and sing with exuberance, all concern burnt away by the fire of my ardor.   A voice penetrates my song—needling, sharp, “That is wrong!”   All music stops. Anger sparks within: If that’s how it must be, then I won’t sing at all.   And...