last night my little flashlight caught the world •
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold Continue reading →
last night my little flashlight caught the world •
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold
Continue reading →
A Sunday like this || all ordinary •
the age of revolution || upon us Continue reading →
Words strung one to one like cars commuting, •
sidling up and past and rearranging, Continue reading →
Others, smelling the warm, moist nights recall •
when love first broke the winter’s long silence Continue reading →
Amateurs look for inspiration; the rest of us just get up and go to work.
