Day 30
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a …
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a …
is love — which is not really fair to say, for the three intertwine when you sit here, ready, and …
a clean sheet of paper hides every sin, each fumble and misspelling, so you think God spoke to me clean …
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come …
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us …
Here we are again — you settled under light me lost in deep dark. I find your eyes cast down, …