August 28, 2013 § Leave a comment
August 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
Miles make it sing like you knew you want it to ring.
Woke up at 5:00 with this in my head. No, I don’t know what it means either.
August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
Just before midnightThe whoosh of the house around menot remembering when the crickets became so loud
July 20, 2013 § Leave a comment
["… the fundamental questions of poetry…" the book’s dust jacket said]
Even the nail polish is fundamental as its little tiny atoms circle each other like planets, making of each other their own stars.