Saturday, September 28, 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I like to think that Superman
Remembers home
Like sails on a windless day

Sunday, September 08, 2013

I settle on me
A skin of dust and treachery
Forgotten plans 
In the distance between 
Thought and action
Separation of head and hands
I believe in

After a busy day when confronting admin

 We must all come  Find ourselves And we will all be found Regardless  As the sun finds the morning As breath finds the lungs As I am found ...