All my life I have held to the boundary of words Honoured them Like they were my neighbour’s little shrubbery Outlining the edge of his...

Believe, first, And your mind slides and slams Like a bolt into place And the pixels of your Will resolve Into focus Like a friend’s face...

For the First Page of a Brand New Journal Why should I fear to mar this empty page? Deface it with the scratching of my pen In the end it...

Using only a box of coloured crayons I will give you the taste of the finest wine In reddish brown I will layer your tongue with notes of...