they come to me, lines, meetings of different.
like champagne vinegar in holy water,
or a spray of roses in a thicket.
lone lost lovely
a friend told me of her fondness for bible dipping in the dictionary.
i am reminded of how we all seek guidance, how sometimes
flipping a page and
choosing a word
can mean the difference between
dark corners and decision.
freedom and farce are exactly the same thing, depending on the angle of the sun.
from sinew to sunflowers, in
walls or in the world, under
blood moons and opinion
god, holy and hazed, a tremor in
no matter if i sit,
There is one ray of
light, then more. I open the
door, take one more breath,
and begin another day.