Sacred or Profane
Sacred? Or profane, they ask. What earthly beauty is not sacred, and profane. Profane as a yellow primrose greeting you...
Deciding to Belong
I’m taking my place on the street, contributing my part of presence. My folding chair is canvas red. Round about...
Between the Worlds on the Day of the Dead
Sense the turning at the top of your breath. No longer inhaling, not yet exhaling. Sense the turning, the very...
Isn’t It Every Night
Let me leave the realm of nouns. Let me run to the edge of the world where everything, everything softens,...
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