I want to kiss the placewhere the inside of your upper armand inner forearm meet,opposite the bow…
The winter wind playsroughly with my tired soul,tossing it across the water,blasting it to the…
A metamorphosis,a chrysalis,a crumbling cocoonwrapped aroundthe wounded theatrics…
Let us celebrate the Day of the Dead:Jesus coming down from the cross,the…
~after Richard Wilbur
The lappingof the tidespeaks poetryinfinitelysweeter thanthe words we sharewhile walkingalong the…
I think I find