Stealing the Future from the Past.

Move forward into your fear

and through it.

Where Do We Begin

Where does a body begin?

Is it in the hands?

The fingertips?

Is it in the color of the eyes?

Does it begin

in the rumblings of the stomach?

Is it between the legs?

Is it in the tips of the toes?

Is it in the tastes of the tongue?

Is it in the lips

or in between?

If the lights go out

in the windows

then you know

that is where

the body ends.

In The Jungles of Home

I feel more heartbroken and sad

now than I have in many years.

I don't particularly feel like being

myself right now. I just want 

to be alone, to be quiet and feel

the sadness rising like a wave.

What I feel seems like it would be

paltry compared to the grief of others.

Grief is grief. It sits like an uninvited

guest who never really leaves.