Never Mind. The Self Is The Least

I Will Find That Special Person Who Is Wrong For Me In Just The Right Way.

Turn On The Dream You Lived Through The Unwavering Gaze. It Is As You Thought: The Living Burn. In The Floating Days May You Discover Grace.

There Are Two Versions To Every Poem – The Crying Version And The Straight Version

Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

Perhaps Poetry Will Be The Canary In The Mine-shaft Warning Us Of What's To Come.