lune poetry montage
a lune is a poem of three lines which typically follows a syllable pattern of…
Even as I hope to fall asleep, they come to me
haiku montage
Dusk falls and the townripples under the winks of starshine and streetlight.
From the window, I watched the plane cut through morning’s dewy flesh,each wing of the plane a sharpened blade…
All the things I want
I walked by the river today, its waters like a hot drink left too long to cool, now sitting stale.It smelled like…
The train sways to the metronome beat beneath,tracing the curvaturesof outstretched steel.
I would always rememberhow everything seemed to shimmer,that night in our gardenwhen we danced under moonlight: