While My Springtime Sleeps
It must be something deeper than a good thing that no longer holds an extinguished morning parading its remnants of …
It must be something deeper than a good thing that no longer holds an extinguished morning parading its remnants of …
It’s OK if you don’t find it right away, the bridge that allows that song you’ve carried as a temporary …
The problem is, you only find a path to shoot down the sun at postmortem, when the coliseum is empty …
spring arrives the way dawn arrives, only hungrier. there’s something to it like the chaos of childbirth: despair, pain, purging, …
They built an amphitheater in the place where I’ve chased hundreds of sunrises back when there was dawn in my …
It arrived the way sunshine breaks through lace curtains: not as a testament to the strength of one or a …
Nobody talks about it, the bottom of a fractured life summarily made whole where the gaps between cause and effect …
And, having drowned once before, I’ve retold those final moments as different stories with the same ending once, as a …
Then she walked into the fire— clothed in the threads that karma uses to bind what we suffer with what …
I’m all about knowing. I’m all about saying what needs to be said and sticking around to see what happens …