I lie in the fog,calamitous breathof maritime maidenssinging ships to their death.My village looks out from the cliffswhere the seablots the light of the sunwith its grey canopy.The lost souls of childrendismissed in despairenvelop my dwellingas mist in the...

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...

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...