Come whisper, you are but a substance part of mornings mist, rising from the sea, drifting zero purchase along the…
My heart dreads this dearth of loveThe abandonment and the sudden surge of blood
Oh, Mother,
So I write to you about you with youinto youand the same bags of a chilling repertoirego south…
those random scribbles that scrawl a fragment of a poem in my distracted mind…