"...the new world is breathing so loudly now it wakes me from sleep at night, like the baby’s wails from an unseen apartment nearby"
"this is my synthesis, my self creation, the cohesion of however many months of living and breathing have elapsed since my last reflection into a simple sweet package, a post, a poem."
"i'd like to go into being, and breathing, and soul beekeeping..."
"in the mountains, mosquito bitten, stream driven, through a canopy of spanish moss and over the crumbling pine ridges..."
"our cycles of expanding and contracting--concealing and revealing--provide a context, a framework, a rhythm to understand our selves on the individual and collective level..."