I have a jelly jar of memories, with a metal lid. I poked holes in it so the memories can breathe, but not get out. It would make a good...

I am a weed woody, gangly, no lipstick, no shine. But I know how to grow through cement. I know how to take a sliver of filtered sunlight...

ebony birds threading the fading horizon a hem to heaven weaving a passage for the wanderer, the saint, the sinner i find my way home....

One day you will run out of sidewalk And you don’t be able to run away from yourself anymore. You’ll sit on the pavement, Burning a hole...

i captured a sliver of the moon on the tip of my tongue a tiny thousand fireflies, between steamy puffs of burning lungs, a shimmering. i...

My mother lived in the waters here, Chocolate brown as she could be On the edge of Public's Beach She grew up in a caretaker's cottage,...

17,807 days how many times is too many times to begin again? who is the accountant keeping track of my failures? is there really a tally...