My house is the red earth . . . .

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.