& clouds gather again … More storms
.she unwound her eyelids like phrases that didn’t know of a need to become statements. … More inked.
show, don’t teach.
reason, don’t lecture.
inform, don’t smother. … More Identity.
for it is at night that I learned to find peace and more of it… … More nyctophilia
“. . . graveyards of the unaddressed kisses decorating our lips . . .” … More lives of the lifeless
pity those who don’t exercise it … More a right to humanity
One last minute … More making it count
if we won’t ask, who will? … More the right questions.