Like canary
you flew into my arms...
Again trying to forget
you, leaving behind the...
We are afraid of each
other. You start packing...
Trovecy: My verses lead towards pure gold
Time Rhyme: To whom will it be sold...
You drop
Your body and become. "I...
Sitting on the border wall
and looking at the moon...
The migratory ache,
one day for you, one day for...
At the top of my farm
Next to the gate...
Long Winter nights
Hunched over ma kerosene heater...
Your poetry was
a hyphenated struggle...
Do you glimpse this yellow horse?
Can you see the reddish sky...
Worry not redfox,
for the gods will guide you back...