I hold this day in the palm of my hand.It is a fragile egg, vibrating with the urgency to…
Trickling water, twinkling silk of summer;
Around the bend on a river of dreams
Writhing like ivory snakesthey looped and turned into an earthen graveyardto remind it of past glory, invigorating the dead soil with a…
six months ticked by the rhythm of my heart,
Morning. Breakfast time. I open the drawer, groggy eyes peering inside to find the…