I’m in love with half of you (a poem)
I’ll slowly learn the rest of you…
I’ll slowly learn the rest of you…
I’m a corpse wearing a crown
When creative people fall asleep…
An ode to family and growing old joyfully…
Said Ralph, “Why, I’ve never seen a human so small. Most humans are strong and most humans are tall!”
Because I’ve learned that people come and go—or maybe I’m the one who’s leaving….
Look! How the blood runs down the legs of the Divine and drips from his toes.
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
Whenever I see a sunset, I always try to pinpoint the place in the sky where the pink stops and the blue takes over. What I’ve come to find is that you can’t. There is no single point.