Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...
there’s a surging
under her skin...
The voice preached within
her veins, passed to her head...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...
She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...
sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...
The moon
unwinded...
the lambent light of the skies pours through
the window and onto you – cast in sunshine...
This year began
with a poetic yawn...
whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...
Discovering
Individuality...
My cramped fingers cavort
(in the crooked nooks...