With every breaththe infant kills infinite lives,all possibilities,except the onethat leads to the next.
I remove all the tracesAnd become a ghost againHang gossamer cobwebsTo show he never let me…
Violet portraits smeared across the sky
My spine arches and bends, like
Bewilderment turns to joy, then to sadness, joy again,emotions fought on the…
Free verse
They say that bad thingscome in threes,and that it’s not overuntil the fat lady…
Sweet and delicious, ripening in wicker baskets,picked fresh like apprehension,just being alive ain’t…