Yes, I’ve got lemon-lime, Isakov, dewdrops; I’ve shade o’er my Soul. And yet I am restlessly alive, though I have dreamt of peace like...

You see, I hope to preserve a moment in this way; though you are fleeting, love, how you have stayed with my joy, calm, pain, I hold you...

Thou art no sun ascending, no great light, but merely darkness leaving—all the rags of deadened moons in stony sleep removed as columns...

It’s raining today. I haven’t spoken to you since. And, well, how the cars go by the thousands in every direction, meeting for moments...

Maudlin man drums to the ceiling fan poor, poor, doomed and dragged. Austere, contoured face that is ugly only with’ thick blood smeared...

Son, I’ve loved women, but never myself— You can’t blame their hearts for what they never felt. Your arms will be dagger’d, your sleeves...

I look into eyes that only see mine. Rooted, right before me in the dead soil, insisting that the Life is still. That gale is reduced to...

from all these places I depart, have gone, left to more places to leave bereft of my presence. how shall I linger? scratches, scribbles...

There is the music, cherry-lip sweet. There is the soft electrical hum, the occasional slamming of the keys. Row by row, the page is...

It does not matter who we are, nor what we’ve done or seen. It matters not what things we own, nor where we’ve gone or been. The gods...