Artesian
Unalloyed and artesian, grief wells from depths I didn’t know I had. I feel it rise and then on my...
All One Poem
The light on the highest trees has gone. First blossoms of plumeria brave their way into dusk. The one who...
Lucid
Today when I place on my tongue the first fresh raspberry, I remember my mother loved their delicate explosion in...
Pick Up Your Feet
The taste of the dream like fudge on my tongue. All of it gone, the dream of us. Where does...
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