Exeunt, by themes of lasting must I remain so? Those thrush, that brook, do not perceive this agony as I lay splayed over huge tablets...

Dry, palpable eyes circle round my head like angels of rain. Inexhaustible wells, rusted pipes over sand; all we are is held within the...

I feel safe and floating in that time, miraculous and fleeting, my buoyancy like that of the sailer who owes his to the raft gliding over...

In the jungle of your body, I wake to find that sleep has begged for questions. You are not response, but living, breathing, organism of...

that familiar tug and flourishing of sight through a dead man’s eyes, yes, I see revitalized, revived is life, like an alchemy of what...

I Will find you again upon the Unbroken Road, Whose fiery cobbles sear the soles of Her traveler’s feet. I Will, with dappled dress...

Nobody knows, but I think I do. I think I understand your words like crystal castles built as you say and broken as you don’t, eyes...

this night, she has whittled me to my bones and not cleaned those, left me to dry in the starless night and the stars who do arrive,...

What a wild excursion into the world of the mango; consumption of a slick fruit, and in yellows and oranges a flood through the mouth,...

“I could turn a blind eye, watch the sundial wither by the moon and waves of glass pound against the sand like massive fists white, too...