I’d crawl back in bed butnothing alive really sleeps.It only closes its eyes.Guess I’ll do some yoga.Double-down-dog on disappearing.Be a mouse in a quiet house.Love is yoga in emptiness,seeking the center of a spherethat has no circumference.Bring it down to corpuscle and bone.Give it a spine and, like Frankenstein,silence itself will breathe. More from this... Continue Reading →