will “they” say
the calm is what
killed her?
was the quiet lack
what turned the
blood to sludge
the brain to mush…
what turned
the girl to dust?
the girl to dust
Sending poetry to the world
Sending poetry to the world
will “they” say
the calm is what
killed her?
was the quiet lack
what turned the
blood to sludge
the brain to mush…
what turned
the girl to dust?
Press Send Poetry 
circa 1/23/2006…. accompanied by the journal entry:
“so it goes. these days are relaxing but maybe that is mistaken emptiness. sigh, just a thought. forget it. forget it all. forget all i've written, all the dreams, the grandeur. sleep walk on in quiet. began the packing today as we leave on Sat. all so surreal. but needed. the change of scene can only do me good. tomorrow. a few photos before it's all gone………”