I wish I had written every thought scribbled every note and scrawled every idea of everything I’ve ever been I would give anything to paint every intimate joy and to photograph every distant pain, so I could take it all in And I wish I had a map that could show it all clearly, how every...

I wanted to show you The Fluorescent shoots growing out of the wood Falling upwards like millions of purple rain drops Converging into glassy stalagmite columns Under an ocean of darkness, I wanted to show you the glass forest born of dead wood and watch the royal hue mist around your eyes All...

I wear a comely desuetude of ephemeral bliss, It’s evanescent silk strung loosely together by labyrinthine language and languoring implications I Sway this garment softly along with the curves of my body, it’s evocative nature winning over the hearts of un-inured men time and time...