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Much smarter than me You’d be fool not to see The tree, so wise and so free. Never doth moving Or seemingly breathing Or seeing or...

Who are you Falling in love with these days? Yourself? A flower? The sound of the tent being Zipped close, The sigh of stars twinkling...

I never thought I would rather be with someone Than without But here you are, Holding me. Our love somehow feels both Carefree and light...

Her story is not mine yet our lives are so intertwined I sometimes forget we are not one person. Fireworks, loud and colors and smoking...

Flying south Five diagonal One trailing right Geese glide A sun-kissed strawberry surfaces At the back of my tongue And cool lemonade...

A lack of inertia It haunts me, these days Yet also it’s nice Just to rest and to laze. Was it not four short months ago That I would...

My love, I must go I must follow my heart Cross rivers, burn bridges, Make beautiful art, Yet the Harvest moon rises And glints in your...

Your lips on my neck, A rose, Soon give way to Thorny stem. It reminds me of The time I was a dog And fetched the stick so many times I...

To make sense of death is To make sense of life. I thought myself Prepared for grief while Watching a movie in which Tears poured down...

If eyes are a doorway to the soul Then can shutting my eyelids protect it? A thin-walled, veiny prison Or safehouse?

I’d feel better if My rage were a useful Friend but How can I point the Arrow of my fury at 12 different bullseyes and Hit them all? Turn...

Lips graze my wounds, Which sting and throb painfully. Yet a point where Heart, throat, and solar plexus Collide Soars and whoops and...

She says she was on the phone for Thirty minutes THIRTY MINUTES mind you Trying to get it into his thick, ham of a skull that she just...

Stop this mad Doing. Unfold into the bright light of Being.

The thoughts were not given permission. The cold of November Entombs me, Yet infinite fantasies Shroud me in flames Such that the pearly...

The tree is already inside the nut, Which has just been eaten by a Squirrel, who, unsuspecting, Is about to be consumed by a Hawk, Which...

A part of me (That part is God) It thinks that it can find, The part of life Worth living for Through vehicle of mind. It thinks and...

What does it feel like To be an animal? To follow pure instinct? Would you still tip your hat To the burly black bear Sitting alone on...

Each of my cells buzzing each one a question yet unanswered. I notice their intensity concentrated in my forearms instead of my head (the...