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Most days, we don’t know which ones to cross and which ones …….(senses, secrets, songs) to burn. So we paint them, portraits of our own in -decision, steel and solid basket cases of our wandering hearts. We run our hungry … Continue reading
the earth’s got a million walls, a thousand places to mime yourself shut, a live person crammed into a small in -visible box. what of bridges? trellised places we might climb and rhyme and stand (together) to gather our songs. … Continue reading
. I know nothing of burning, crossings, suspension. Only the bend of elbow crook, that thieving curve that stole me from myself, that long long shelf of …..(shifting sand) land that leads to sea, the inner ear place that tries … Continue reading
.. one step forward, two steps back (it’s a cha-cha-cha, really) and we smile anyway and graffiti our gratitude on broken planks. the world is leaking in, sneaking up and filling cups with all manner of bitterness and dis -traction. … Continue reading