The year before my sobrity
seemed a bit lacking in piety...
We would be wise to delve
into 2012...
Happiness keeps You sweet, Trails make You strong...
Their shoulders were bent
with troubles that were mine...
Hell's Bells
Friday 13th...
Sitting in silence,
hands folded in front...
New. New music. New visual experiential choirs...
My ears enjoy the sounds of Newly strung...
Chalk drawings of hearts, flowers and animals
line the sidewalks from the little neighbor girls...
TO: MY DAUGHTERS
Please don't weep for me after my life is done...
My infant statue nurtured like a miracle prayed...
And when my past stood sturdy like a teacher of...
I was born as a kite..
Created by skillful hands...
Feel the heat drop
it on the floor let loose...