If this is a nightmare, then what rides on its tail mangled between those vessels, traffic stalled, derailed like those final steps, the mile not…
Never have I known someone to smile so wide– discerning and kind of like those moments that we spent taming our brains to recognize structures,…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions everlasting into the air unkempt, unspent ties to…
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over…