It's time for the injured world to take care of the children.
The Injured World
A Poet
A poet simply loved what was, indiscriminately.
A Dance
We had a dance. I loved the music, but it sounded sweetest in the dark. By skylight it was our devil's psalmody.
A Flower Blossomed
A flower blossomed a transformation veined with colors and light fragile as glass, and of softest pink. Marvel at everything alive and brilliant.
Flames Unfurled
She was a fire. Her flames unfurled in brilliant threads and desired him alone.
New York
Late night New York this city dotted by bright gas stations and diners, strung with insomniacs, waitresses, and lunatics.
Deepening Sky
Dull red with livid orange mingling in the deepening sky.
More to Say
I'm afraid I don't have more to say.
Cluster of Leaves
Yellowing trees with faint ripples of wind touch a cluster of leaves.
Pierce My Soul
Not a word, her eyes pierce my soul.
