Some green trees, hidden ways,some deep thoughts,My breathless heartbeat somewhere in…
Your foreshadowing didn’t really workcouldn’t call the shots or see the stakesand I lost my…
The sculptured reticencea bliss of stone edgesfilling the gapsthe holes in imaginationthreatening to paint…
The sand is mesmerizing. The way it moves, drifts — hovers, almost — over the surface of…
In the interest of visibilityyou put up your hand…even when you didn’t know the answer
I stay at home Locked up and safeMy family closeAnd together at least
You see me first thing every morningAnd the last thing every nightMy day always begins and ends with youAnd I would…
Scents of blooming orchards:
I spent my days locked upLike my father and his father before himThe days we could roam free Were only in fear of these bipeds
At height there is a labyrinthspread out to indicate the waysthings changeSubsiding into mystery/…