Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.


Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.


A step within Those eyes Was Their Aftermath And mine Too.

With the recurrence Of the letters That mean no My openness To trying Goes and Goes.

And then, All the Succulents Drowned.

In a lifetime of collection, Creating stories For admiration, The body of the collector Of the creator, Is a sculpture […]

How a question in a jar, That envelopes stars Has given way, To scars.

“Believe me I’m smiling” She had said But oh, What was going on In her head.

Not to be a rescue, I followed out the door To the Avalanche Where I could stop, And think about […]

Gravel paved, The mouthing’s fill A mounting presence, That executes in place Above the palace will.