I become a profligate writer in all matters of...
I'm compelled to start a religion, write all the...

As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe...
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There...

i sought affection from your words.
you – you needed kind words spoken...

you swallow your breath as
thunder bleeds onto the...

swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow,
when you skim by the waters when you dance...

an unsolved puzzle –
the words escape me...

blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament...

… regarded nostalgia as ambrosia,
and i remember this clearly...

we’ve run out of the primordial –
stalling stars, spinning chaotically...

reality offers cruel gifts,
like the truth...

of the lands that you and I know –
we know intimately, that this land...

with a poem in my heart,
and wine in my belly...