In keeping with celestial charmsyou took my hand, then arm in armwe feathered fathoms high aboveinto the clouds where we made love.The angels blushed and gathered roundas nude and wet, you laid me downon floating cotton fluffs of mistthat...

Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I...

Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,my poetic knife feels expressionless.When so, it wants to be drawnand plundered into the white of the page.Then it wants to cut through the emptinessand carve out beautiful metaphors.The blade will glint...