It’s weird to think of snowAs wet. And yet. It falls more heavily than otherTypes. But without the airiness. It...
cranberry apple loveyou were kickedstamped beneath my bootsin the feat of fallin the sunsets of berries on the porchof a...
I curse the muse who whispered to me those silken siren words that slipped beneath my collar and seduced me...
Warn me if you love meGo and sound the battle cryDon’t pretend like love is lovelyLike she’ll hold you like...
Our fighting days have reached their end At long last, our war is won Won’t you spare me one last...