A Mouth To Feed
Trained to search
siphon the world
empty handed,
I look within
siphon the world
empty handed,
I look within
These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)