I stalked her In the grocery store; her crown of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip, her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
Bad things are going to happen. Your tomatoes will grow a fungus and your cat will get run over. Someone will leave the bag with the
We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common cause,
You know how everything seems normal and usual and orthodox But actually everything, if you look at it closely with all four eyes, Is utterly
Unlike the vast majority of my woman clients Who wordlessly, apologetically, disrobe As though I would turn my heel and leave At the sight of
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and
