The Fawn
“Tell me a story, grandpa,” Whispered Charlotte. The air was cold, colder than the first frost, perhaps even colder than winter itself....
Haikus
An Ant’s Fate? On the path I know, A smudge of their saliva, Thanks a lot. I’m lost. Marriage I crumble in cracks Of your shattered eyes...
Hands
For someone lacking them, Even without a single thumb, I know their great weakness, Including their great loveliness. These little...
I Hate Snow
I hate snow, always have. I despise its delicate spontaneous drifts And the way snowflakes snuggle onto my lashes Merely to weigh me...
She Has Blue Eyes
A present of suffering With a soul and ticker that trickles with common decency. An oath that presses hysterically inwards with its...
