Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The...
Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem...
Boy, the fresh breeze sways the old leaves
too carefully almost as if...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
Let there be dark
in your life...
Night begins
the self-discovery...
Begins to reel,
the dusk...
The clouds hang on the strings.
I cannot dry my eyes...
There are many things, that I own
Which accumulates over the year...
Cessation had no direct threats.
You had stopped thinking...
How will you be defining
a war, when you...
Intercepting the random
poems, pick not...