The way it overtook him, late water and early insignificance
How We Are [Poetry]
Ingredients of Truth [Poetry]
There comes the breeze
Arthur Leipzig’s Street Games [Poetry]
She’s waiting for someone, I suppose, to pick up her up, float her off from where she seems forever grounded.
Old Charmers [Poetry]
in a way, for all your former silkiness, you were not.
Distance [Poetry]
Mountains up mountains down
Theft [Poetry]
You know the myth —
If I were a Pine [Poetry]
If I were a pine
Walls [Poetry]
'Cause we have become, walls
When The Last Flower Dies [Poetry]
When the last flower dies; Dying in that space between the soil and the pavement
Reading Neruda and then Li Po [Poetry]
Reading Neruda and then Li Po And listening to Howlin' Wolf and then Tom Waits
