Old texts.
Outside at night silence.
Suffering no longer.
They asked me to go home, they reminded me Ma was there, alone with bad dreams only I am allowed to dream, and so I lived in that house for nineteen years.
Queen Anne's Lace all up and down the hill.
What happens when you leave identity out of it, can you.
The voice that is negative and fearful is trying to argue it is reasonable.
Please don't take away the peace.
A church for beggars.
The Judge who declines to be seen, who will not make his argument in public.
What blurs.
Enlarge the space of agreement, make it at least possible, find others to help.
Sinners watching the sun rise yet another day.
Resistant to sharing, going into it, finding something unpleasant traveling north outside Hatfield, but what, and why now.
It has to do with specificity.
The lake full of ice, neither one of us wore clothes for days.
Rainbows indicating what about boundaries.
September sunflowers, maybe dying won't be so bad after all.
An aversion to using the world "only" and "reflection" in the same sentence.
Brattleboro taught us how much we had left to fear, and how wrong it would get before it got better.
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