I never had enough ..
I borrowed pieces from the people
whom I met in this journey
and I became a whole thing..
I decorated those pieces with my art ..
Now, I owe you a part of me
and so, whenever you feel alone
or your life knocks you down,
or you feel that you are losing yourself,
Don't give up.
Come to me...
I'll fill your hollowness with the
most magnificent part of yourself ..
Your existence will continue in me
Let my art live within you..
It will keep you alive...
Together we'll become a wholething.
If this is not an  'Art of Living',
I don't know what else is...

the greedy void hurries away precious, hoarded vapors into a quietly latched  chest    

     full of hours. days. weak-knee, stormfront months and whispered lore of the return of canopy cover to the pewter forest .

the same paths traced out with each rut in the road lines
a cycle of scars in the world like the thirsty, reaching tendrils of a dry riverbed

the skin bunched across my finger bones
splits open.in pious sacrifice to the nascent frost



pebbled gully,
shambled stone hands trying to hold up the
wholething

how do right things get
done_



a  calling card
comes
home.  the mouth of a dollhouse.

a department store with all the lights turned
off.  

the sound of splashing without
source .oh, what  
mud
we
    might     have
       been.