Misprint
Stealth is its policy. It lies in wait. It is no respecter of age. It turns up late Or far…
Epitaph for a Star
A chance in a million: he was perfectly cast In the role of his own life, though he almost flipped…
Relief
To draw conclusions from the precise force Exerted by a handshake or a kiss Is to confuse a delta’s civilities…
Serenade
Come to the garden, that familiar place Where life renews itself against all odds. Untightening buds act out their memory,…
My Future
I am your memories. They are not me. So it feels strange to be remembered by These relics of my…
Memory
While in the mirror I’m an aging face More or less the same day after day, In the mind’s darker…
