A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
A secret life
hidden away...
Is transparency God, or a soul,
something all the clear things share...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...
You are incurable
because...
come near –
i promise you it’s safe again...
They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...
The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...