Category: Hand Picked

  And I am so devoted to you, sun that every evening, when the sky goddess takes you to her...

The wind is tired; let it rest the repertoire of morning birds on the eucalyptus branches Let the...

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...

  My foot lingers over the threshold– My flickering heartbeat Pausing at the entrance...