He is plump, a little dumb, four year old...
I was, on a story-telling mission, "Once...

The vapor sacks
dwelling places of my clairvoyant thoughts...

I wish to leap over
the apparent horizon...

Love comes...
Like a shower in the midst of May...

The poem
holds shabbily...

You
Your words...

I would love to do some gardening
On my love's broken yard...

[Earlier written as "Candle", this is a...
A wretched power-cut paid...

One lazy afternoon
my door creaked...

[ Against all terrorism, bomb blasts across the...
A pair of crutches lay on the pavement...

You have packed my everyday
within yourself...

She once playfully asked,
"How much do you care for me?&quot...