The Story of a Tree

I want you in every season of me, at each height, at every breaking. You are my quiet, the one who...

Sitting in the back, I see sunlight shining on the scratches of old desks. And the clock above...

  —to proclaim out beyond even the Cosmos as if sending the messages wind-blown off a brain’s...

As I pack, absurd regrets vie for room With checklists in my brain. The marmalade And butter...

Courting disaster for months, But find it almost tolerable, As long as I remain steady, Taking...

    Let us talk about other things instead such as the prince in black straying amid...