Monthly Archives: December 2014

Words toppled on top of words–to assert what? Everything forgotten? Everything started anew? Origin reiterated? I, upholding my faith in you?– But happiness leaves no record in the observable universe. Of love there are only traces and welcome tears. A … Continue reading →

You, ordeal of writing, I prolong by putting off, put off by prolonging. I began once, started off, squared up to the impediments, and like reaching through glass buried my hand into your heart of gold cinders. Poetry was the blood … Continue reading →