it never occurred to me that an angel's wing could get broken. and as i found her ... CONTINUED
4:27 am
your perfume lingers here like morning dew which clings to each blade of uncut grass before ... CONTINUED
holy of holies
a thousand eyes for you on any given evening waiting in the wings to undress every ... CONTINUED
state route 83
a ribbon of cracked gray pavement cuts along rolling green fields dotted with weeds and ... CONTINUED
haiku viii
a chill night air blankets tall grass — cricket song ... CONTINUED
august afternoon, after rain
a goldfinch lands atop a birch and bobs with each gust of wind ... CONTINUED
justified
by a word we feel hurt. and with some words we lash out with logical precision to tear down ... CONTINUED
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