Catherine
we, each one, are an ocean to stand in timid wonder on my own shore filled, full, folding under the horizon the depth, the distance grovel into greedy mullings that feel as a spot of... More »
Catherine
night pooled night spilled upon me night stained me, with inky coolness night left me limp, and quivering night promised to be long for I’ve puzzled and I’ve doubted I’ve had questions I’ve had answers... More »
Catherine
with glassy eyed wonder I sit cross legged, stretching limply in silly just-waking dishevelment my hair a burlesque, second act glasses askew, but you know morning is always good always, always, always (yes, always) I... More »
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June 2009 
