breathe in.Read More
good thingsRead More
THE SMELL OF FOOD AND FORGETTINGRead More
The beat of boats and floating bridges.
The beat of your hair against mine.Read More
why do birds leave for the winter? the ones who sing?
but the gray pigeons sink into the snow and wait patiently.
The heart is not a haven
into which the lovers slip through
it is the eye of your storm
buttonhole of hell.