Woe trickles down the nape
of my neck and into sleeves...

Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets...

I circled love
around and around...

You cloud against the mountain,
tracing stone like Braille and...

Hello lover...
that's how you greeted me at the door...

My arms sway like a willow tree,
in the cool summer breeze...

In the backwoods
lies a ghost of a river...

The ghosts of yesterday
continue to roam through...

A letter that
illustrates not...

Three beauty queens,
traveling with the world in the palm of their...