indemaio

Beautiful people, like beautiful songs, are never too loud

Sometimes I look at my son and think he looks like me if I were fully loved and that makes me so happy I start to look like him

I know a blessing in disguise as a zombie right now

The trembling hand keeps writing, poetry doesn’t mind a mess.

I think the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen besides the obvious was the sunset behind her

They say God made man put him in a garden said no he should not be alone

Every sweeping swooning love-soaked magical moment of your life is a gift. None of it was owed.

God isn’t hiding, we are

I think I have more to say about how things ought to be and what really matters. I’ve never had less to say about the rest.

Evil does its worst in the shadows. I’m turning on the light. It can stop, or it can run.

Four times in my life, I’ve written a poem and thought: I want to build a book around this. Today I wrote the fifth.