a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...

They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...

Dear Stephanie,
How are you doing? I know you don't know me and...

I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...

Open your mind
Like you open a book...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...

Watch the dark horse - the remorse,
gallop mid-cores through a race-course...

White
candles...

Kept silent...
acknowledging a bunny...

I lost it. My gift. It came to be like a pen,
filled with ink, ready to imprint...

Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...