A nightlight keeps me aware.For our words, we have all things to dareto keep our eyes open, though we havealways … More

Who guesses you? No one knowswhere you will end up, left offin flowering gardens, or buried underwith seeds, drowning or … More

Who says, when time ceases,we are in love, in arms, under sheets,breathing again? Will wecontinue to weep, even when weare … More

Burn through – blessed throughand through, beyond Heaven’s gates,and all emotions acrosswill be picked up, left off in some scenic … More

Compelled to be silent. Thrashingonly on the inside, where you’ve shelvedtruths, that you believe. You believe,though you can barely breathe,holding … More

Blame the weather. Burn forever.Reread the letters that heldrepeated promises, though we were not,as we cannot remain together.A final word. … More

Laid. Strewn. Settled, like all thatfilters her voice. Muted, though notwithout an uttering, sputtering songthat ripples alongwith her ancient deformity. … More

I have long been hidingunder sheets made for withered,deserted green – waiting here,with a mile still to be discovered,though I … More

If smoke could clear.Of what has been writtenon these rain-tattered pages,under storms – can come undone,can be vows, soon withdrawn; … More

What burns? What turns? A curve,leading me to hear these breaths.Another dive, from a wrongexit, upon this drive over a … More

Half a dream come true,while in our sleep, we taste blue,we drink this ocean to bea desert, from its blanketing … More