The permanence of the stars, blotted out by the ceiling and its mockery of humming lights. Why have we poisoned so the isles of...

I can picture you on chairs at night, the chaos of your mind unprecedented, unknown, wholly contained. I can picture your hair like a...

Grit, glory, grime and grandeur. Try to murder, never pander. Old Italia slinks away, ready for another day. Tonight I wear a frowning...

I’m feeling better. Two days ago I lay recuperating in a latent way. Cranes adorn the rooftops— twisting in their fetters— of buildings...

Love me of your own volition, moon girl. I have set you upon the helm of stars to wither and bloom indefinitely, hovering over the waves...

The days turn good, the days grow bad, from cold to grave, from loud to sad, though what befalls the joy of man is more alike to chance...

I’ve seen the water banks holding the black ripples under the moon and the withered trees clinging to their cracking, yellow leaves. Now,...

It is seen among couples on park benches at midnight— It is not seen by them. It is heard by the deaf and felt by the blind. It greets...