Thursday, July 11, 2019

I try
But I keep coming
In through corners
Or perhaps God
Disguised as my most
Unaccepted Self
Unwashed
Me
Of trying.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Sunfowers
Hang
Beneath the open sky
Breathing in the
Sun
Reaching through the invisible

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...