I will never be a fragrance aficionado, though summer late is permeated by […]
It begins with scent; cedarwood, berry and musk, the kind that reminds one […]
A bouquet of clumsy words go,    as summer offers thoughts that grow […]
Glass-like stillness reverberating, the kind that takes over in a second, the feeling […]
Half-baked, the notion registers itself into the back of mind and cold night, […]
Decisive and dark, I fall upon the streets as rain— I am aware […]