I live alone in a kind of luxury.

I wake when I feel like it…

I fell in love.

I believed people. And even now

I love the yellow light shining

down on the dirty brick wall.

— Linda Gregg from poem Staying After

• There’s A Good Possibility That You Won’t Get What You Pray For
• I Know You Are There By How Often I Feel Your Absence
• To Love Is Not About Merging
• Infinite Distances Continue To Exist Even Between The Closest Of Human Beings
• To Be Loved Means To Be Consumed