There will be a day when a poemshall pause to a lazy halt,as if to feel the evening breeze,to look up into the sky,to lie beneath a tree, somewhere.Wh..
I have a memory, a kajriand country of easy bruises.I have a window and a nameless spaceinhabited by a fabricbreathing in holes.I have ridges and a mo..
There's a something between us now.A long unnamed wind.instead of all the tangible things we brokethe earth, the salt and the words.There was an amazo..
Something draws me to writea poem that meanders insidewith a wish to bloom with your name.But you know how it isI lose myself in the fireflies of life..
I no longer visit the country of poetry.There is neither reason nor need.As I write tonight,I know not what lies ahead.I only know that I do not seek ..