Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append to the Earthly hue the lights of lingering,…
Seeking somnolence somewhere deep, unlight upon noises, scents incomplete as I ponder these depths, limitations meek in the bright of some cadence, soon to repeat…
To count all these inches as they come tumbling down from miles above to the new spoken ground which I cannot set right, with which…
I have always depended on the shyness of dangers to obscure moments of heavy-handed beleaguering of heavy-hearted heroines, unassailably strangers to anger or vitriol, my…
The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of bases, the dawning of psalms: between which I…