you slipped me into a cornerof your already feeble heartlike a raven being tuckedinto the witching hour's covert veneer.you told me that one day i may..
if the beaded velvet of the night skyis not holy wateri see no reason to be baptized.with the ebb and flowof the moon tide over our bodiesthe archaic ..
From my series "World Vision" where I address a poem to each place that i've visited. Just got back from a campground in friendship with some friends!..
paper cutouts of our hearts litterthe city sidewalks of each others mindsdeveloping from the side like a photo print,returning in alchemistic understa..