About me,I once wrotethe animal that I am cannot shed teethas even snakes will onlypart with old skin I have, too, readabout how no one ownsthe hearts of birdsand like thatsaw myselffar up in the skyabout vanishing from sight And,about
About Us
After 10 Years Together
I have realized thatNo, losing you would not belike losing the sunI already knowthat the world and of course even I would go onIt would not be like losing airI would not simply drown Might it be like losing the
Dispatches from Camping # 1
The young woman who had seen the wind in my hair is dead She had been driving a car we shared a lifetime ago And she was just crazy enough to let me hang part way out of the front
Trying Something New
For months now, maybe even close to a year, I’ve been gently nudging Mini to post some of her really wonderful poetry on here (don’t worry, she’s fairly compensated!) but she’s understandably shy & rather busy too. So I thought
Why I Write
To be rid of one’s own words, to be at the end of one’s own wits.