I Come–bend and pray with me.These are times to kneel.Though love has carried usThis far, the given is takenIn a raffling off of greedGrowing...
Litchfield
I Lilacs swellWith the comingOf their blooms.The sun glides,Stretches to mineThe meadows.Sheets of leavesGone pastelTo touchIntone the soft-ness we...
Owed to Baudelaire…
Because that woman’s eyes are old,I write about the second engravedIn each line. How her lover’s handsAre being loved by someone...
Wishes
[For Brian and Anne] May your languor give you strengthTo persevere, to bear that which you looseUpon the heart’s altar. Gather your flaws,In...