how your limbs treat all strangers
not careful at all, I’m rude – a ruse –
It won’t be a simple replacing of words, in other words — I think it will make the melodies change, too.
I have to pursue this; again and again it may seem, with a persistence not unlike joy — we explore, outwards, like the … More
I let the lightning strike and mess me up. We fall and then we learn from our mistakes. I had … More
I concede that in some ways I am kind of an old soul; it can be hard to not take … More
I am sometimes afraid that the reason I don’t mind and even like watching sadness is because my sensitivity to … More