Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

There are small  and large  ways to experience God Small  might be collard greens Large  might be dreaming

Please don’t tear this baby from my breast He is so full of viruses If he nurses from someone else he will infect her too Pleas...

I gathered my ferns in my arms and carried them to the widow She was blind but when she felt my face and heard my voice she knew it w...

Who stole my moon? I left it by the rocking chair on the patio Now it’s gone It was my own, small moon  I used to hug its cool, s...

There is little room for nuance, little room for nuance! I tried to fit nuance in the room but there is little room for ...