February 2012
3 posts
“the atoms that make up your body were once forged inside stars.”
– i like that thought. a lot.
poems like this make me itchy to get out again
At the Seven-Mile Ranch, Comstock, Texas
I live like I know what I’m doing. When I hand the horses a square of hay, when I walk the road of stones or chew on cactus pulp, there’s a drumming behind me, the day opens up to let me pass through. I know the truth, how always I’m following each small sign that appears. This sheep that materialized behind a clump of cenizo bushes ...