An excerpt:

There is a quiet in fast-forwarding into the

after you. It feels like waking sleep - like

lucid dreaming - a suspension where

you watch as others go on after you've

disappeared.

An excerpt:

If I could, 

I'd cup the roses in my hands, 

lift them to your lips 

and count your breaths. 

An excerpt:

A cluster of vessels lay dormant in your heart, serving only to act in an emergency.  

An excerpt:

It starts with a hum

at your feet

so soft, at first you can barely make out a sound, but you feel it

A tickle

on the soft side of your foot - the underbelly, the delicate, the sensitive spot that skims over the ground as you step

It's your floating part

An excerpt:

Our bodies are the landscapes that tell the stories of our lives.

We are each mountain, desert, ocean, jungle, ice cave, snowfield.