poem for ~
people leave me things. they are Angels that find me and open my hands and leave things there. like angel key rings or drawings or...
poem for ~
how it has been
the shame
desperation
kissing statues
interlude 14.1
fragmentary memorial
box
interlude 14
interlude 13
distressed
heaven among us
sweet tea and bitter coffee; burning and healing - the poem
not me!
orbit 3
‘december?’ she asked
orbit 2
untitled 7
bathrooms are lockets of heaven
marriage