a poem
it takes more than these courageous voices whipped-up growling vulgarity at the order beat to shape by disarray;
pessimistic ramblings out of depth going nowhere over global affairs pining writhing for…
Dear Ariadne
He would have found his way back sureBut he would not have found me! I knowBoth the quiet and…
Never Learned To Be On My Own
So Loved, Glaciers Move