Choosing the world as much as choosing it not. Always grappled with the in-between. Not quite there, in one fully or the other. Migrating like a bird, or swinging like a mad pendulum from one to the other. A neurosis of some sort, yearning for intensity in both. I want to feel it deeply, madly.Continue reading “Two”
"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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