Category: Poetry

The candle shies away from the breeze, warmth caressing the tabletop where dusty specks fall in a...

take one chipped bowl, preferably stolen from your grandmother’s kitchen, line it with rumour—the...

We saw as expected blossom heads with gaping mouths receive many diligent bees into themselves in...

We grew as we gazed into each other’s eyes, love was a warm snow we stripped for the sun and...

I look younger than I am. When people do not know me yet I can feel how lightly they hold me. Then...

I wind up my father’s old wristwatch. For almost three decades it has been here in the drawer...