There Were Daisies A Collaboration by Mike Utley and Joni Caggiano © 2026 I. Wife “There were daisies,” she said. “Don’t forget about the daisies…” With my eyes closed, there was a clearness about that perfect day, the day I asked her to be my wife… “Do you remember how we lay in the grass…
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Dark Regret
Dark Regret the sun lays blame-free inside our suite on her bellya hungry valley of salt-less tears feed twisting roots deepmy eyes, moored, tight to a dock, though I die like a yawn for sleep dew drops in a miniature, brown bottle, garnish my giftnightly, I place one drop gently behind each ear, a lavender…