He keeps finding these incorrect spaceslittle ribbon-veins tied around pink flesha coquette lifeblood flirting with the gapsbetween heartbeats. There is...
IV.(a) Nothing gets out of hand if it was neverwithin reach. Nothing goes down in flames if it wasnever high...
In the fog before churchthe cafes are closed,the good grocers alsosave one in which I knowno Spanish and am sorry....
Spring with its promise of holidayswas come on the open farmbehind the house behind your father’s house. You knew this:...
Having for so long watched othersset to work before me,I enter now the suit of heavy cottonand slip my hands...
one year i rose & there was snow smothering the leaves i watched a flake drift over the flowers bloomed...
One, I state to myself. There are no rules.A pigeon is a kite if she wishes.In an orange sky, a...
And in the morning, The trash will be a heap of Exoskeletons & I will trace the language of Our...
For Balbir Singh Sodhi XXXXXXX Mornings spent always the same: your lips forming a line Like the horizon squeezing itself...
It was in the harvest time,when the lever gaveand the dam spilled over the grassesand the seeds were not fresh...