Sunday, June 29, 2014

We drank our own little corner of the sky
Each man an island
A drift
A ponder sea

Thursday, June 05, 2014

The winter leaf
Was the last
Who's held breath
Hoped beyond autumn.

I walled myself
Against the cold
Careful not to crush him
With my winter boots

 I'm bad at vulnerability     I like to tie off places  Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...