If you put enough honey in the poison
Category: poetry
Humans Are Like Mushrooms
What We’ve Done to Each Other
City of Angels Hanging
Land of the Literate
Scared Because We’re Vulnerable
Lament From On High
Spirituality Hurts
Time Is a Wheel
My ancestors lived through many days like these, Only their meals didn’t come with receipts. But the energy that cooked always came free And the thoughtful left breadcrumb journal entries. Time is a wheel, turning I am a bridge, burning. If you make it across, learning Blow me out and make a wish yearning. Then… Continue reading Time Is a Wheel