Where are you sweet Polaris,Who of late so constant turnedWith all my nights?Have I your grace not earnedAnd worthy homage paidTo all your sister ligh..
Not so unkind --this thingNot so unkind at all.Much like a womb, I sayThough hard and coldThese walls.Is this the sound?Is this the sound?These earplu..
SilenceThe articulatedRustling of leaves,With edges gently gnarled,Through a ravineBeneath a sky cast in sorrowed grey.The swelling hum of insects in ..