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…
Aren’t you tired of not having my newest book?
Where are the men who are healthily in touch with their emotions, and why is this so rare for us to encounter?
An ode to family and growing old joyfully…
On the flip, if this crazy, magical world that sometimes smells like lavender and always spins is not only real, but points to something even more real than itself, cut me off a slice of that. I want in.
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….