I asked a country to be kind to me
yet a country cannot be kind.
It is only plants and ground
lacks a soul, lacks eyes.Read More »
“Your hair reminds me of Rome,” she says.Read More »
Tell me you love me
and the blood in my veins will turn to goldRead More »
two days after I asked you out
I tripped down a step and landed on my knee
and it blossomed into a grotesque
dull carnation of yellow-green-purpleRead More »
How could you do
the deeds you have done?
Did a dark chariot
pull you unwillingly along?Read More »
have you ever loved someone so much it aches?
so much you can’t escape?Read More »
from whence have you come?Read More »
The house remembers, I think,Read More »
Sacred place, silence pleaseRead More »