I arrived without a cluethinking this was so much lessthen what it turned out to be.I arrived as a body — with hidden pains and…
stream of consciousness
When the sun goes down
A Poem
I have left the feelings attheir proper altarI thought…You thought it was beneath the dignityof the epic…
That girl!
She looked cold as winters
and dark as foggy night.
Poems
. . . feel love that way?
Should my lips speak louder?
These feather swings in the