Hands in the soil of the heart
Rake, grow, heal the earth until it
Resembles home
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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Anais Nin
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- a letter that will never be sent
- Home (i)
- †axidermy
- iii. redeem
- ii. restore
- i. revive
- fraught within the ripples of an unlit room, fever...
- Like a stammering, a stuttering of the heart, I ...
- 1:15am, a wish & a vision & a prayer
- in the winded flesh the feckless drink the marrow ...
- dear mom,
- A Prayer to St. Dymphna
- Life lessons
- The Bruise and The Baptism
- Become,
- A plea to the saints of the universe
- Terraform
- I am an exile of a thousand words I am a prisoner ...
- Gaze the body lower its wreckage like a ship lost ...
- Death to whom I shall succumb or struggle I am a ...
- Frantic grasping at the skin try to keep the tears...
- su·per·lu·mi·nal [soo-per-loo-muh-nl] Origin 1950...
- What is the meaning of forever when the pathways...
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