was it my own voice i heard?
or was it just you again?
invading my new life. my empty new life. a wailing siren from deep dreams so dark that even i was frightened; so lucid and convincing it deceived me to squeeze my pillow tightly - rightly
( because you are not here now.) stubbornly ceasing to exist.. a deaf ear to my pleas, and these words
i repeat over and over, yet try to resist. maybe it is the outsiders, who bring sweetly-seasoned words,
who would convince me more that it is only my imagination again. but is it? my own voice would not tell me this. my own voice wouldn't certainly not deceive me this way.
no...a cruel prank from
somewhere unknown and unseen.
or, was it just
you again?
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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