In the hollow cave of heart lie the remains of a love, the bones.you carry this death with you Every Where a walking graveyard. When you try and speakthese bones lodge in the small openings of your throat. How many others hold on to the dead like this? a world that knows not about lettingContinue reading “Pericardium”
"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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