“Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.”

“I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.”

“Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.”

“Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.”

“Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no.”