thinking of putting together some chapbooks for the holidays - thoughts?
Galactic solitude A song arrived from across my life and I heard it like I did the first time watched gravity tug my narcissistic skin told my other self come in Pretty twin what other alien would hear my important part of the song without seeing eyes that see them wrong? and all the dreams growing up the wall new skin for the disco ball You see it wasn’t the party I craved at all what I sought in the stall already lived within the eyewall And what about love unconditional encircling the moon like a caul is that all? Or is it something new and can it come too soon? I left a strand of hair on the moon would anyone think to photograph that too? A sign of life from across the universe — was this what I was missing? Is this my awaited-for sign from you?