With a pulse of cello and scent of cognac,a lingering want as the moon drags tides, like a metronome with fingers.Then—silence—the breath before the fall, like a piccolo whispering a symphony,with a single note.Exhaling the taste of yesterday's tobacco,...

A slow drift afloat, of sapphire notes, of winsome blues settling in the air holding on to deep tides, endless deep,like a salt-licked pulse.Pouring itself into a glass of dusklike spilled memories through honey, slipping between my fingers, a...

the opening of my soul comes with painevolving in the hurt so beautifullya careless being is becoming thoughtfulit takes time to know the ebb and flow of lovemy flowers are wiltedthey require affection to revivein my patient time wait...

don't dawdle little one of the backwards suninvariably awkward in this worlddevastation of the heart is the resultin keeping with our customs you must reportsacred sanity let go of your holdfeelings may come and go come what may you...