It was going to hurt, but I had to ask. It was like when you loose your first tooth and you always expected it to be painful. Tasting no...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.15.15
We watched the electricity behind the clouds and held hands over the center car console. Maybe one day we'll watch the same but over b...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.14.15
There is a minute with you that holds only 60 succulent seconds but it feels like many, many more.
My Hands & His Hands
I'm trying to be more sensitive to myself, in recognizing that my skin is very busy being skin holding everything inside and my veins ha...
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.13.15
I always imagined the walls to be torn down recklessly and unforgivably, but really you just waltzed through the doorway.
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.12.15
It wasn't something that happened right away. It happened when the blisters, and the grime, and the callouses had been loved off. It hap...
NyQuil
Last night on the grass you told me about the universe. Last night on the grass you told me about the absence of matter and about what your...
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