The year, new kind loving Truth, has to be Snow, rain, those Sonoma gusts, heal
poetry blogs
Plan, forget, write again somewhere Post-it notes on walls and by bed Where did I put my pen […]
now a sword lectures me on what I should consid er, for work– what war. (3/19/15)
My Body is an Alter Ink drills into skin Anchors sink into flesh Needles pass stories Through me […]
napkin wipe away everything the rumors and the saysos, okay? I use it again and make sure its […]
An amazon of doeses, and my system fordosed. Check my last class’ notes. Counterfeit all of them and […]
a fall, not the worst result.. at least I’d feel breeze at my free– dismissing what’s in jar, […]
Crashed. Neighboring through There. Unknown landing. Vehicular Meditation, written. Off course … Crowded drama. Had enough. So I […]