When loud, God is mute
When we turn silent though God...
A poem is the
iteration of every...
Kismet
Struggled through the night...
Love so young and new
Passionate, fervent at start...
I really could not
think of anything to think...
Whatever we decide and do
forever would change and alter the world...
Your unsheathed thorns and
my laceration are why...
a crime is a true government official
a crime is a true government identity...
There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...
I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...
She used it tonight, my new name,
pulling me aside and brightly exclaiming...
As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe...
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There...