slowly, we drifted downhill… late in the evening… should have been wearing something warmer, it’s cold… down there in the … More
Tag: poetry
friend, hand and heart
why have you been hiding your hands behind your face, my friend… your eyes are beautiful, but it is your … More
fever; momentariness
Charming, you present me your presence withholding the lines, nary a complete you a ghost to my touch, a shadow, … More
My Heavy Heavy Friend
Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night … More
Morning Light; Sleep Returns
sleep had abandoned me quite early last night, it had hardly been the midnight hour… books piled upon books by … More
A Dark Room
What does one say about the insanity of a dark room… flamboyant voices with extraordinary clarity have tried to reason … More
Poetry and Gleaming Swords
a waterfall, your hair while the world burns outside while maniacs exchange threats across continents and oceans I think of … More
Longing for the Cold Outside
sometimes, a soft brush of longing right under my collarbone spreads like water, warm water on my chest and spreads … More
Daisy Child
in the mountains, daisies wild laying down on grass green sun bright in your eyes earth moist on your thighs … More
What Wasn’t in the Shadows
What had been the most eager subject of our wonderment was shadows, and shadows of all kinds… we would see … More
