“Josh, let me tell you something, mister, you are a good memory person” � Sammie Stark, age 4 after I told her where she left something.

I�m falling up � up towards the ground where robins cry and babies sing up towards crumbling dirt and pure clean water to this place I go where no one can find me � where I can peace sleepfully and think slowly so as not to disturb the gentle things in my brain the things…

First and Now As the time dwindles by not noticing the seconds pastfirst love drifts into the mind and everything seemed To click into place � the thoughts of land and travel And words spoken. Recall the brain � too many good thoughts and not enough bad � so it strains the *RELATIONS* of now…

They tell you where you need to go They tell you when you need to leave. They tell you what you need to know They tell you who you need to be. But everything inside you Knows there’s more than what you’ve heard There’s so much more than empty conversations Filled with empty words And…