Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak

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

Kiss The Mouth Which Tells You, Here, Here Is The World. This Mouth. This Laughter. These Temple Bones.

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

Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

Never Mind. The Self Is The Least Of It. Let Our Scars Fall In Love.