what's age but a thunderclap, a gathering of voices, the smell of rain, the gift of lines connecting my birth to my death, wind that forces years up a tree, the high ladder I climb to reclaim them, and the... Continue Reading →
Live. Live for love, Live for the song of the red, glass heart. Live for the earth and for pain, Live. Live for the wonder of yourself. And never, ever die for the man.
For James: What draws out the chaos other than dreams Dreams of lips with me Covering me Devouring me I can't breathe An echo brings me back in time A thousand letters that can't mark the cold in my heart... Continue Reading →
