White-bellied moths
throw themselves
on the wall
I have the lamp on
You’re out like a light
as they say--
the father says
Meanwhile I keep the lamp burning
burning
Light like a wave
in my chest
pulse like touch
palms burning
radiate
desire
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a new chapter
I've raised A LOT of funds for our Refugee Development Center over the years from generous family and friends, but this is the first yea...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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Today is the birthday of the best sister in the whole world (mine:)! Happy, Happy Birthday, Chelli! [AA, my favorite aunt in the whole world...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur...
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