( Read more... )

the great technique ( Read more... )

the clothes are hands heavy with sorrow ( Read more... )

the shame we carry
we hold until we let go
step forward willing to forget
at every turn permitted
fall into the edge of perception
printed on every corner
shedding the usual exposed skin
past your eyes just a vision
another moment born
to get it right this time
the way for kindness
naked and warm enough

through folly he has died once already
born into this
they were being serious about it
I'm allowed to feel
It has to do with CHOICE
Flying thru the air
It took me awhile to build up the courage
swimming in
his middle name,
Blood vessels
his lungs
heavy with
the feeding frenzy

would somebody please ondulate my shookerloft?