Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.


Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.

At the heels Of our feet Is A story Written for The hero real And of The dreams We are […]

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.

Icons in the underbrush, Pulling on the cards And a purchase, On the marsh That endures, On the elbows Of […]

I was a fool to believe again, To believe at all And always for another, To fight against the end […]

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 […]

A difference among the owls, And the gulls As lilies around bulls are sunken, And then engulfed Elements that have […]

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