grief approachesopens its mouthwailing (is grief wailing or am I?)clutches latches and sucksforms a cordrelentless pressurerips you openburies itselffeeds night and dayever-changing form (so you don’t get used to it)gestates yearsshrinking slowlyinto memoryleaving scarsthat never fade
My disease wants me identify with thought, write with proper diction, connect thoughts with logic, compare and contrast, bring hierarchy into order. My soul wants me to live from the heart. At one point about ten years ago, my heart was battered and bruised and short of breath. I shut it down. Locked it up […]
In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in […]
The Peace of Wild Things 