Free Verse
The past bleeds into the presentevery memory of yesterdaypainted across her…
The night noiseswoke me to the memoryof a body on the sidewalk.
this becoming is the unravelingof a child’s feckless fish braid
She came to the water to drown herself, instead the water rushed over her like a Sunday baptism washing all her…
Trapped in a maze,
Looking beyond what was visible,a man sat down and tried to scribblesome cloudy thoughts and misty memoriesthat he thought would become his…
“Have I lost my word? How come I don’t remember anything? I need inspiration! I need to move, move, MOVE to find…
Success — to dance
to the truth of nature