Lately I have been haunted My insides carved out My tarot cards laying unread on my nightstand I do not feel myself againAs happensWhen I refuse each

I have not learned Not to love Those that don’t see meFor all my poetry and my scarsFor my unsung music And the reason my unplayed guitarHangs on

I feel anew every springBlooming exactly as the cherry blossoms doSoftly pink, sweetly demanding attentionPollen settling into nosesAs we sneeze the winter cold out of

I have written before about the way in which you must lose yourself Before you can come homeAnd I have spoken of it as though it

I have been watching the moon latelyEven more than usualShe seems to be growing faster than she normally doesSwelling with the tension of my next