It was not the tide,but my world that had turned -planted itself on a novel axis amidst an unknown galaxy.Against the bitter…
Compare what you know of mewith what I know of you.Tell me more, be at ease,please do.
On most days, I travel with my counterfeit joys.My little black book, my listof guarantees, for this flimsy wind-up…
She reclaimed a hasty dream…
Her renaissance -a tearing of wordand rice paper,with a staining of inkacross the name of her father.