not a poet, not a singer, not a writer. or maybe—when I’m not afraid—something
like a poet/singer/writer.
definitely a fragile clay jar though.
is that confusing?
(please see the footer).
but if it wasn’t confusing, I’m glad you get me.
I’m glad you’re here!
I’m glad you’re here no matter what.

welcome reader, stay awhile—or as long as you’d like.

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Jesus, the way (an extended poem)

I just keep waiting for something to pass;it does not pass.and I am shiftingjust by trying to stay the same I like this poem on its own. I like how neatly and quickly it sums up a feeling. But of course, it’s a kind of complicated feeling, as most feelings are. And of course I…

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I just keep waiting for something to pass;it does not pass.and I am shifting just by trying to stay the same

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