I confess. I do believe in god. Not an all knowing
all powerful bearded old man on a throne in the sky.
No. No. My god is androgynous, sitting near me
In the coffee shop. Inconspicuous. Strong, but
flawed. With my god, I press my face to the sky.
And I feel the dri...
I want to publish
a book filled with poems
that you can’t read
you will have to touch them
you will have to breathe them in
the poems will be so small
that they will be written
on the hearts of hummingbirds
they will be so elegant
that they will resid...