The Ocean

When time bends and deepens; when I am lost in the endlessness of the world, my mind takes me to the ocean. The rhythm of the gentle waves, the tireless tides, and the way in which the rippling surface seems to glitter when it swallows up or births the sun are all secrets buried within [...]

To an Empty Room

it has become all bones by now:a map of venous inkbloated into ribbons,the emptiness of each letterbleached, and for what reasonbut to return to its brethrenboth dissolving into the pavement almost gone.yet somehow always there where does it go? the smell of death and water:a reminder of youthwhen autumn was still a surprise, and the [...]