I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep.
The winter melt had long since gone (the waters were not deep)
Yet Autumn’s early frost had rimed the trickling river’s tears.
Engulfed in such as this all other thinking disappears.
You came to me a welcome thief, I have no one to blame. I held a foolish, firm belief that …
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …
The air is untrustworthy in the vein of neighbors, friends and strangers. Essential floats on a field of grey and …
I saw before me hordes of players of an ancient game, The rules of which I could not fathom, no …
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