45 is a number

between 16 and the day after tomorrow it's a disorienting fog a miry bog to get bogged down in numbers of years years that go by fast days that go by slow slow as the answer that hasn't yet come to my prayer prayer pray for days and days and years and then you're 45... Continue Reading →


If I had to grow food out of a garden with soil as hard as your heart and weeds as noxious as your anger I'd starve. You aren't my garden, I know I can't till your soil I can't make you receive the seed. Some days I feel like I'm fighting dandelion weed everywhere and... Continue Reading →

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