Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Poetic fragment

You found me, rebuilt me,
When I was in pieces, my shapes abstract
When the hole in me
Was the whole of me

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

"All the right words..."

All the right words
have gathered on my tongue
to form a parade
but my teeth are the walls
and my fractured ego
is the rain.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)