jj jackman You appeared to me in leaves - index
it hides and rarely serves (10/13/99) to go against the grain relief in twisted curves to file the knot in vain ‘til frazzled are my nerves ‘tis life that i must live this sanding flesh is raw and blood i have to let with clots forever wet the leopard’s preying paw and what more can i give? my mind has turned to twain enclosed gray matter swerves detached from daily pain it hides and rarely serves it hides and rarely serves to go against the grain relief in twisted curves to file the knot in vain