I liked it and often used it, yet I gave it away. Then I realized I loved it.   I was moving the fourth time in six years so many damn possessions every object more work. Now there's not enough, Just the knee-deep clutter of Sadland.   The Lucite tray with the...

tranquility in stonedon't make we weep anymoresadness in sorrow for the morrowthe dark in me quiverstrembling with losssacred understanding I am alteredwithin the bleak witheredmy lightshine shrinks in the shadowsthen evolves becoming britghtermy soul loves whollyso it is no...

It’s that same song again, the one I imagine playing at my funeral. A funeral I’m late to everyday.     Lying in bed,     I wait for someone to notice the dead body and have it removed.     But...