We decided right then to do it. To commit.To rebalance. Something kept striking down, anyway;old hammers on rusty nails—it wouldn’t quit. Our thoughts bent, beveled, broke open:how quickly the dark took us in,said our names like an old friend. So we stopped, right there, yes, tosmell the roses—the iron in each thorn,to tongue the syrup … Continue reading Unhinged Happiness