Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...

Sometimes
I desire myself...

At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...

Deep, rigid lines will
one day...

Love is the only joke
in which I fell for...