A one-line poem
This Khaki dies every
The cold cuts like a knife edge drawnAcross the skin, and I a pawnForever grudged a…
Don’t ask me what’s in my bag.Too many stories buried in the…
Time Fades-Dedicated to my dad
i saw this photolike the one I haveonly you stand tallagainst the doorwith your…
I write aslant, obliquely at night under the cover of darkness and, at times, of sheets.
It’s easy to see this longest-winter-I’ve-ever-known as something dreadful. But the cold that has frozen the buckets of…
a sonnet
They say we only will regret those thingsWe failed to do in life when near its endIn looking back on how the…