It was a good day to die.I was in love. The house was clean
Stumbling Toward the Buddha: Stories about Tripping over My Principles on the Road to TransformationThe crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.
A Poem Traveled Down My Arm: Poems and DrawingsI broke down when we broke up, but I didn’t break in to her house just to break out of my routine.
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