Ceramic tea bowl -
It had broken in the storm...
pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts...
I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...
Without shedding tears
my soul would not wear a dress...
knock-knocking
on my wooden door...
Even my blankest
pages speak...
fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat...
I had a vision of a blue mountain
with wings at the bottom...
I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...
Ugly is a word
Girls use when they...
HI! I’M HERMIT THE CRAB!
I was born shortly after a Storm, in a snug hole I...
As I sit and write things down,
I sometimes wonder why I do...