Our hands shakehot tea burns our skinbut that’s not all that scorches usor makes the…
You sprayed lavenderOn my pillows; my head, aDesperate bumblebee.
There are views about the newsOr views to compensateFor governmental departuresWhen they…
The hen bird sits squatty on a branchFeathers fluffed up against the snowThe late November light…
The koan of ZenConveys Silence crisplyTakes one hand to moveBut two to…