Tonight, the soul is dark and the moon’s awash with tears as though […]
Milkweed is conscious of those who are impertinent, as Autumn spreads out and […]
In the watery black surface of my being there lie fragments of the […]
And now you inquire about the nature of my heart now, after extracting […]
and speak for my tongue is broken, my shoulders dusted with a soft […]
Under ambrose pale that has painted the leaves upon the ground, the long […]