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Feb 21, 2022
My heart opens —
a book, a rose, the beak of a baby bird
in an old, bent apple tree —
until I know, now, its warmth is not wasted
on your door, cracked open.
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My heart opens —
a book, a rose, the beak of a baby bird
in an old, bent apple tree —
until I know, now, its warmth is not wasted
on your door, cracked open.
I am the author of “Diaphysics” and the novel “Hear the Screams of the Butterfly.” I am a consultant, poet, playwright, novelist, and interdisciplinary scholar.