There was a girl,she knew nothing of a soul.A swift climber she was and,sat atop old oaks.The sky was never blue enough.The grass wasn't quite green.U..
her reflection in the mirror was two dozen facesand none was her ownshe had the resentful habit of fishing for every passerby's thoughtsclinging to th..
I kept the words unsaidthey would unfurl upon the earsscared and slowI was tempted from time to timebetween moments of sobriety and then notto let the..
clear like the sun's reflection on slabs of white iceis the doubt that has entrenched itself rather stealthily in my mindone day I was sure as i was b..