Still I am not possessed of the clarity I yearn for, the glassy harvests of words I wish to be mine; still, I am not the spire of light...

“But I've really come to realize the kind of obvious thing which is that these are simply the most unburdened spaces in my life, the...

O melatonin Moon, distinguish the contours of my dreams, rescue me from the drone and fog of the unaware. I desire your place amongst the...