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Sorrow Soars

Sorrow has always flown. Deep into the places inside us. Where breath halts, where the brain clenches, the gut hollows into a dry riverbed. Sorrow breaks through there beating its immense wings against the resistance of our bodies. Because sorrow needs to land in our soul.

The Armaments of Passion

The lover will say it is you you have done this before tearing apart stonewalling tears like acid and the tantruming heart It is not. It is not you any more than it is them Jealousy, wantoness- the armaments of passion The stranger tools of love, like peacetime armies We had failed before, and hereContinue reading “The Armaments of Passion”