Take my open hand Stained only slightly With dirt Apples and orchids That’s what you You said we could  plant ...

      I peeled my oranges    the juices wrap around my fingers      like velvet skin    watching the swirls of dark gold    wrap ...

Wow, there’s A little sass Under all That breathable cotton If you Haven’t read  Ginsberg A little ...

time for me to face my whale in the barren corner of my room better for me to face the noise head-on, it's pulling me toward my ...

time for bed the moon will be back tomorrow your hands are as warm as your smile even though they are merely hands trembling, y...