This morning, she blared classical music
from the master bedroom. I know it was to...
I want to roll
in mud and smell...
This starts with
the defiant, mysterious enemy...
We are born,
to live for a while...
I saw her wear her
dark night secret...
Four months in, you lay your
palm on your belly, and feel a tiny...
Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...
thoughts crowd at the helm of y/our forehead -
we’re accustomed to this though, at this point...
To pay a price, this price to pay,
A sacrifice below to lay...
Drummed down by thoughts,
They are as follows...
with a poem in my heart,
and wine in my belly...
art is the deliberate undertaking of
mining the unconscious to a...