Melt Down
I dropped my heart inside a glass,
but my love was not there to drink with me.
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The soap opera journal of a poet who has set up household on the edge of Leona Canyon in Oakland, California where she creates meaning for herself from the vortex.
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- Lament for Len Sanazaro Today I rose without promp...
- Letter to Mordecai It was one of the holy of holie...
- Melt Down I dropped my heart inside a glass, but m...
- Spring Break We walk down to the sea because all r...
- Passover 2004 Lashanah haba'ah b'Yerushalayim! N...
- At the Gym Hair conditioner in my palm reminds me ...
- Mall Moment Buddha sits in the Rite Aid lot benea...
- Daylight Savings Time I hope some day you’ll know ...
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