Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
May my silences become more accurate.
Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.
I learn by going where I have to go.