My Experiences With Violence In Schools Still

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy With Silence. It’s There In Their Dreams.

I Don't Want To Turn Any Of This Into Poetry / But / You're So Beautiful / Flowers Turn Their Heads To Smell You

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.

If You Can't See Anything Beautiful About Yourself, Get A Better Mirror.