It's the Journey
FOCUS On the blur of leaves crunched and curling, the way the autumn sun wavers the road, transforming each highway rise into flooded...
Unmemorium
I am touchable I can be got at I am a realist who cuts fingers closing windows Left unguarded, death will catch me, even as I struggle to...
My Quiver Has More Eros Than Yours
Oh, yes, they're awful. Awfully written, conceived in ignorance, here are the Valentine's Day cards I wrote last year. Now presenting,...
Amazing Grace
Amazing to believe The us beneath The muscles that pull Our faces framed in bone A matter of molecules Dancing in curious frisson...