Poetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is

I Can Never See Fashion Models, Lean Angular Cheeks, Strutting Hips And Blooming Hair, Without Thinking Of The Skulls At The Catacombs In Lima, Peru.

You Will Never Catch Up. Walk Around Feeling Like A Leaf Know You Could Tumble At Any Second. Then Decide What To Do With Your Time. --the Art Of Disappearing

I'm Not Interested In Who Suffered The Most. I'm Interested In People Getting Over It.

I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It Is Dusty On The Edges. It Is Slightly Rotten. I Guard It Without Thinking. I Focus On It Once A Year When I Shake It Out In The Wind. I Do Not Ache. I Would Not Trade.

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.