Daily Archives: April 3, 2012

Here in my hallowed room, this hollow -ed out space in this fine, fragile place of breathing in and out in ink, of just right sunslant and glow of moon and barefoot toes and fingers posed over keys, of knees … Continue reading →

(an epithalamium) May he hold your heart as tightly as I hold your ring, in these baby’s-breath moments as we wait for two to become one. May the blush on your cheeks never fade, may you trade somber, silly vows … Continue reading →

  How do they taste? These three wee words you will not say, sitting stale on your torrid tongue, lost in the long-held breaths of angry lung, do they sting when you swallow? I would think by now they might … Continue reading →

Ye, who heralds the muse choir, where are you when I need you? Off after some torrid love affair or other, perhaps. Wooed by nymphs, slaying serpents, or lost, tossed somewhere in the center of the Aegean Sea. You sneaky, … Continue reading →