Thicker Skin They Say
Give me thin thin thin. Let me show the veins. Let me feel the pains so when sorrow carves, my...
Lead Me to the Place
I come to touch your stone. I run my hand along the words I place my fingers in the carving...
A Poem is Meant
What would be the use, without you? The poem would float free of hearing to a land that needs no...
My Places and I
When I lived near the river, its song sang through me, and I felt the tickle of its burble in...
