Whispers of love remain
softly glowing heart embers...
You, my creation, my art,
you...
Each time it happens
And it happens a lot...
Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...
A man who
Turns on his...
Time is life
spent in the amnesia...
Sometimes destiny
won't need roads to find you when...
Bigger than ever,
yet smaller than a moment...
There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...
I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...
There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...
Inauguration
American death sentence...