For you are the sun and you are the thunder. In sunlight I run for you are the sun that fills me with fun that…
Comments closedFor you are the sun and you are the thunder. In sunlight I run for you are the sun that fills me with fun that…
Comments closedI’d write you a verse like the moon in the dark, like a muttering curse. I’d write you a verse from better to worse, from…
Comments closedWere I a cat, my love, I’d leave each day a single dying mouse upon your bed; but, human, I must find another way, and…
Comments closedFor all the words I mean to say that I can squeeze inside a book… I’ve written them, another day. For all the words I…
Comments closedI see for miles, yet all upon my sight outside my carriage are the endless seas, the shifting clouds of fog, the tops of trees…
Comments closedI have no patron saint. But if I should I doubt that Doubting Thomas would be him. Though well he worked with what he understood,…
Comments closedI have a friend who doubles as a god. I’d seen the tell-tale signs I can’t deny for years before I realised it was odd.…
Comments closedWhen good hot tea Encountered cream; When passioned truth Met passioned dream; When all the sky Met all the sea… And I met Katie; She…
Comments closedI always tried to write about the light that inks these eyes in instant tint and hue, that chances glances, sparkles through the night, fresh…
Comments closedI saw the ruddy sunshine growing wild, I saw his smiling visage disappear, the sky, once filled with luminance so mild becoming dark with shadowings…
Comments closedHer soul proclaimed the greatness of the Lord who dwelt within her belly, and her mind. The light shines on, the humble are restored, and…
Comments closedFor it’s late in the night and you’re heading to bed. And I’m sure that you’re right for it’s late in the night but I…
Comments closedAs I love you anew for the rest of my life, I haven’t a clue (as I love you anew) what other folks do without…
Comments closedI know a tree whose apples are more sweet and nourishing and fair than any other: a person it’s a privilege to meet, a maker,…
Comments closedLlywelyn, looking down with glee— to see the sea that the country from Edward’s domain cuts free. The coastline of Cilmeri.
Comments closedTo sleep next to you when the weather is cold is trusted and true. To sleep next to you is decades from new yet it…
Comments closedHere deep in the city it is always night. As I walk each street it is always night. The men in their mansions drink their…
Comments closedThe fall will unwind the shrivelling day, the works of my mind the fall will unwind, the key left behind and longing for May: the…
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