a great flash of light
blinding nearly all
A poem
Spiders in the cold,bees in inarticulate buncheshang from a day’s work.Waiting for light they waitto…
Where imagination met infinitude and tickled us.
The most beautiful book I own is a book called An Atlas of Remote Islands. It’s a…
bare branches bloom with raindrops(shining and pouched with the whole world)
I slipped outside into the alley for a walk in the neighborhood.The stretch of alley and apartment buildings that lies…
