


Its high noon. Sun blazing. You awake in a field and birds are pecking your skin… an erratic…

A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…
“Sometimes, you have to let people feel the weight of who you are… and let them deal with…
“Sometimes I just don’t know, and sometimes that is okay; now seems to be one of those times.”…