I cannot shut you out the way I shut the others out, so maybe I can destroy you. Must destroy you?
In the recognition of loving lies the answer to despair.
I realize that if I wait until I am no longer afraid to act, write, speak, be, I'll be sending messages on a Ouija board, cryptic complaints from the other side
Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.
what you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority
We are all in the process of becoming.