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  • A Poet

    Of all the labels I reject ‘a poet’ is the one golden cage ringing true to my soul. It holds my heart, this stamp that tells me- not who I am, but what I do in the world and how… Continue reading

  • The Deep Of Me

    You may name it what you will. But the ocean will always smell like what is beneath the name. It will always look like what is beneath the name. And it will always feel like my very own soul, (the… Continue reading

  • Relative Darkness

    I’m sitting in the relative darkness and life is happening, all around. In the bedrooms, my children are sleeping. In the branches, possums are creeping across the night. There are bugs out the window by the thousands, spiders spinning elaborate… Continue reading