I wrote you a brief and painless poem, a shortest rapture; wounds, however, shine to me like scimitars in the Sun, like shining swords...

Purpose. Way. I love the wild rose’s thorns with a child’s foolery. Were I madder than men with tall green hats… Scratch. And the vinyls...

I am aware of clouds of envy in my heart, some cesspool of pain, blood clots of the memories I have of what was done to me. I am perfumed...

We are tied with laces,— the very same laces that string the stars together —held back by the surging of the night, like a large black...

You’ll find me in the grassy knoll by the coffee shop where we had our first date and where you left me for eight months of quiet, dark...

these lasting traces shall not leave or ’part from this strife-stricken boy, whose older eyes, face stubbled, poetry and tendered heart...

It was almost midnight now. I stared tiredly out from the car at a stark, leafless tree that tore abruptly up through the soft grey of...

Italian skies serenade me through the open window, attempting to stitch me up, to which I smile. I gaze out down below them. Brick...

That wildly indignant flame, bursting in its fetters, has now burnt to a solitary crisp. I have seen the oceans surge and die. I have...

I am opened like the flood of the world; opened like the oyster retrieved from the bottom of the sea. But many waters have claimed me,...