In January
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night Is lit, or so it seems to us: This Vietnamese cafĂ©, […]
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night Is lit, or so it seems to us: This Vietnamese cafĂ©, […]
Just past dawn, the sun stands With its heavy red head In a black stanchion of trees, Waiting for someone […]
Today, from a distance, I saw you Walking away, and without a sound The glittering face of a glacier Slid […]
First, I would have her be beautiful, And walking carefully up on my poetry At the loneliest moment of an […]