If we had space together and time,This coyness, poet, were no crime.But hidden meaning will stay darkWhen clarity won’t leave…
Have you seen your own thoughts turn to images,A sudden vision laced about with words?Has some…
Hanging all this laundry, I’m distractedBy words that rattle round inside my head,They shake the bars of their dark, bony…
Tell me secrets, crooked little flower, what burns you inside?Which gesture accompanies thy flavor; time to find your…
