It’s not that you are lost
it’s that I am gone...

I waited on the wire
while the others leapt...

I have a few addictions
Italian food...

I’ve been addicted
to words since...

In the beginning
you gathered the wood...

The earth knows
no religion...

I followed the others
to the Women’s Baths...

When the dark
waters of complexity...

There is tenderness
in rising every morning...

I prefer setting intentions
of goodness to...

You will find me
between the covers...

The world is crumbling,
life has gone insane...