Holding space for grief,
even without words...
What's past is not yet past
If you fumble and tumble...
A court in the bush
Inspired by a talk with "Adib Nahas...
Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...
This poem existed
in the future...
You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though...
I follow the sunlight through my shadow;
breaking a smile in my broken conundrum...
Where am I living,
How am I living...
Every word has meaning,
how do we all know, that...
In the winter of the
frozen prayers...
A moment of CALAMITY
is the moment when words...
She is at the bus stop
very large and very pretty...