This is a poem dedicated to my grandfather, who passed before I was born. May the darkness become the light and in your stillness, may you dance. I’ve carried your dreams in me, a pocket full of seeds.For a long time, I was hungry, but this hunger belonged to you. It was you I wasContinue reading “Grandfather, open”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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