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my sight is too imperfect to speak to any kind of truth my world blurs and I see amber beads and a wooden flower white shelves where am ..

Leftover yarnwanted to be something and so I beganto crochet stitches and rows until it startedto resemble a scarf. I thought of youas my hands wo..

a collaboration of sorts, right Jerry? she said/he said

i keep getting distracted lately by that third eye shining right in the middle of his forehead he's looking past me at visions i can't see f..

for Dostani and The Broken Poet

who knows how these things fall through the cracks, the words have been restored to me and while not my best work, maybe I should keep it around

you will find me where the mockingbird trills to the morning sun you will find me where the fern meets the moss on the highest trail you will fi..

because she said it

i thought about swimming with the little fishes in the big pond. only there wasn't a school for me. and somewhere in the depths i found mysel..

was wandering around looking for something to review and found something resembling this