I do not remember where we first metMaybe in a past life,Or in a book,I was..
The Things spring Should Such an airy beingcolourful daughter,..
When I was writing a poem for youMy tears stopped me.Poets wrote about songs..
I circled back to your past to wash my tired soul; And I knelt there, I bent..
We start the evening with the trembling shadows of our faces on a maple..
DECLARATION FOR THE BANISHED May they come,come in numbers.May they be..
No body fully with atomsEach atom and its shackles weave decrease, Fires whine..
It was absolutely necessary to listen to the noise of the heart and the follies..
A WomanThe Woman who has spread her underwear on clothesline To awaken jealousy..
Maybe, we have the right to ask about the quiddity of poet/ poetess again and..