Spilling My Words
Speaking Out loud, Audaciously Fuck it, I'm a flower Growing taller every day Getting greener by the hour And I don't care what people say For all the me's and the you's and the we's and the who's And the all for one, one for all People have the power
This is a Mistake
Reflection on Father’s Day It is always there, lurking, but fleetingly, as if the tendrilled remnants of some dream, or like a mayfly buzzing too close to the river’s dark surface—small, fitful, gone—no ripple of the dream from which even to rise, nothing to dream of