your name is a murmur in the wind your name is a gust of wind your name in the wind in the eye of the hurricane the wind licks your name in my ears that swallow the murmur of your name blown by the wind that kisses your...

  The skin registers the wind,draws the shadow in the instant,absorbs silences in scattered pores. Each fold holds an echo,no name brands,cycles buried under minimal gestures. Time drags cells,erases contours,replaces faces without asking permission. The mirror hesitates, rejects the reflection,forget that it was...

  He wakes at dawn with ink-stained hands, a mind ablaze yet feet in sand. Each word he scrawls a fleeting spark devoured whole before it’s dark. He writes of love, he writes of death. He writes of time, he writes...

  I sent you a letter yesterday,  which I hope you never receive.    I changed my mind  about every single one  of the simplest letters it contained.    I have changed my address  so that I will never receive your letters,  which will be returned to the sender  under...

The sparkle in your eyesI don't want it anymore.The look you had to giveI think you gave me too much. Birds chirp, peep, caw...Birds, birds, pasts that fly by! Wounded birds, pierced eyes...Dark perspectives you neglect. Birds chirp, crow, whistle...Birds, birds, pasts...