To end my night of writing, of peaking and sighing with the tides of me and the never-grey grey today outside my window California sky, there is this…which runs in me like a holy scroll of eternal-law-divine for writing, for poetry, for psyche, for soul…Meaning here, here the reason  I do all of it, bc when the words like stars I tiptoe across ginger and tender, light tip to light tip, come together in some dazzling inside line…there is nothing else like it in the world.  It’s what happens on this site:

Go here, read her, jump stars, Yummmmm…