I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Friday, January 17, 2014
why does the sky weep so?
maybe if i buy some seeds from my new catalog,
go out and plunge cold, numb hands into the damp soil
press an ear to the still earth and listen for a faint beat
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