The sun came up this morning
Like a madwoman’s red eye
And you, my love.
Why do I feel alone without you
Whom I have never known?
I have nothing to give you. Nothing is so marked that it cannot cheat you By its own nature and pass through your hands Like fairy money. I stand … Continue reading
I want everybody here: The living and the dead. Not the dead as you might think: Rotted and smelling of the grave. Nor even as they were at the end … Continue reading
If I could be half-blind with reverie, or bathed breast-deep in seas of lives gone by, perhaps I could express all that you gave to me, or whisper worlds into … Continue reading