You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.
ShiverI know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.
Mornings in JeninWhen you fall in love, you don’t listen to anyone, because everything seems wrong.
A moment with God ; PoetryThe afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall
Looking for AlaskaHe [Erasmus Darwin] used to say that 'unitarianism was a feather-bed to catch a falling Christian.
The Life of Erasmus Darwin