I woke to the sound of metal scraping against pavement. Sparks brightened that otherwise gray winter day in 1991. I was hanging upside down inside my girlfriend’s baby blue Ford Escort, suspended by a seat belt as the car hurtled at sixty miles per hour along the westernmost section of the Massachusetts Turnpike.
Crash and Learn
April 5th, 2010
Guest Blog: Questioning My Faith
February 12th, 2010
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, or someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, the great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
~Hafiz
(Poems thanks to Julianna Parker)
