What is healing, but a shift in perspectives?
And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.
It's freeing, to think that there's always an aspect of us outside the grasp of speech, the common stuff of language.
We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.
No such thing, the queen said, as too many sequins.
Poetry is an investigation, not an expression, of what you know.