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Perhaps it was curiosity about Jesus.

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Language is the gulf.

It started with the inside.

And Never Stop Fighting

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A Promise to Speak

Places of Remembrance

Start From Your Stomach

Rise Down

Father, I Will Write What I Don’t Know

When Speech Becomes Praise

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Come Out, Come Forth

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In another word, earth

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I guess I don’t know what I am. I can’t really write about myself, what am I going to say? I am a poet. I am from Sacramento. This is what I have to give.

I guess, like some, I have struggled with definition so I have struggled with language so I have struggled with accepting the world. So I owe words attention.

Poetry and writing give me peace right now. Sometimes I feel my life has been so full of disappointments and the only thing I think about that brings me joy is poetry. I didn’t know it would take me this far. I don’t know how far it will take me. Poetry is the love of my life. My first love was words. Is words. Only words. So here I am.

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