Have you ever removed your heart from pure, driven snow?Read More
Warm it with your breath.
Burn it with your eyes.
Settle her.Read More
They are forever outside the gates.Read More
In darkness/Easy as pumpkin pie.Read More
These days are gone . . .The sins of me n. . . A siren do you makeRead More
The words are there for all of time. Your time.Read More
And I am remiss to tell you that pain is distal, and from time to time It must flow through our tears and wiggle into our skin, weighing on our bosom.Read More
A stable place…Read More
How shalt thou live alone today?Read More
If you weren't a poet, this would be the strangest conversation.Read More
It was after all, our muses who caused the bruises. Buttoned us up. Now we wear our pretty scarves.Read More
Hold your breath.
And right now, it feels more real to me than do a lot of things. Unless, this too, is a lie.Read More
I See you coming, apparell’d and vaded in stars.Read More
Until the whole does come:Read More
And with these instruments, we are judged.Read More
But close your mouth
And don't say this thing to me.Read More
To enter imagined threads that could have been should have been, might have been:Read More
I long to take you by the pinky…to walk this landscape…Read More
Bomb blasts.Read More