I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...
From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...
the cries of the lark do me in,
carrying with it – the eastern winds...
Now that the storm has settled,
I walk back along the trail...
Something in your words stands out,
whether pushed into low punctuation...
This garden became too
narrow for us. You might have...
the uninvited guest barges in and sits
at the dining table, offering slivers of...
As I learned the taste of warmth again
you come out of sudden striking like lightening...
Think
of every cell in your body...
It wasn’t the
cold that stole away my...
the impossibly soft hours of dawn
patinas into weightlessness...
I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...