Mothering the nurturer that precludes joyful sadness,useful become the links that attach us to one another, the string that binds humanity…
Fall out
I am an individual,See the company I keep — Individuals, like meHiding between herds, A motley of…
It’s needlesPrickly needlesOver andOver — You know, the ones that leave an after painEchos…
We called ourself a poet onceBut now those days undoneBehind before chance glance eye-lancedThe world’s already…
who reads aloud from a crumbling book
Free me from