All my lifeI never knewthe fullnessthe heavinessthe weight of needuntil I glimpsed the smallest spark offire in your…
That day when I filled my own voidThat which held me captiveFor days, and weeks, and months,Moments that whetted their…
Every day, every houryou rule each passing moment.I hate how you stare at me,your face, all knowing.Your mechanical heart…
That bull-calf, escapee,rambler. Hotfoot, infields of dusky yellow wheat;lost. First light…
I do not knowThe art of writingOr of touchingAnother’s soul