starlight sings silver catalyst for dreams the woosh of the window unit roars with smokey tang on my lips, I shi… shoulder to door pane, perceptions…

my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world

yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps

She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…

there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...

all the poetry inside, the curtain… dropping dusty upon the frailty of my words the world, too old my thoughts, too young, too same

and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught

She walked the raised concrete streets, built from the backs of someone whom she didn’t know. She walked the raised concrete streets, surrounded by creatures of origin. The rain cascade...

The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch

it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled

for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we

it was a blank page. Her hardened gaze caused no words to appear. No flourishing language to embellish the explanation.No distractions to explain the lack of written monologue. Not even...