In the Fullness of Time
In the fullness of time when these rolling premonitious eyes are sealed shut and this mouth corked the heart in its canopic ja…
The Slope of the Mountain
The slope of the mountain is its gift to us or else it would be perfectly sheer The lightning-storm clattering this way and th…
Three Angels in My Back Garden
One day three angels came into my back garden and stared at me through the window one was red one was black one was…
Love
Love is a nectar pressed from a silvery grape plucked from the Unseen just hanging ever so slightly over the Garden wall into …