The Dojo is shuttered,visited only by angry pigeons, ingesting a daily pablum of paper, left by courageous…
Love letters,I wanted to kiss every word written. They reminded me of your smile,Pulling me closer…
Dominant bordersreal-time sketches of the sunripe with emptinessyours, everyone’s, nobody…
our relationshipis different.you are not a poetbut you will be therein my poems.