Ode to Pacience
And of the yift...

Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...

Who and What
it will take...

Like
red lips...

Whoso has loved each other as we.
Upon the paths, we have cherished and disparaged...

What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...

We are followed by ghosts
They linger...

Any man sits on top the hill
of a thousand faces. Any man will...

Where there is death
there is death...

along dark and winding forest road
stood a decaying house of wood and stone...

Ode to the Lazy Eye
for her journey does not...

Come early in the fall
the iridescence of my life...