“Years ago, / younger selves, / sensing loss, / wanted

simple clues / reminding us / which way / home.”

“By nurturing the garden, I will become the garden”

“some people do not deserve / to have their tears ripple / upon the ocean I will become, / when they refused to pour / into the wells I left behind.”

“[…} when life shut my eyes, / silenced my voice and / laid me down, / i chose to dream.”

“And you know / you’ll never learn / how to go on living. / And worst of all, / you know that, / —in fact— / you will.”

“From beneath his fragments / she emerged. / Stood. / Leapt in small, light bursts, / avoiding the slick black fluids, / and wrapped herself / in her nakedness.”

“soul flutters like sparrow / as I swell to sun / and swallow honey.”

“Scatter me amongst these pages / and let the paper wither away in the wind / as pieces of me disappear into nature / and I become one with earth again.”