You

  Like dew on the blades, you infuse life – gently surrounding while remaining on the surface Nurturing, touching in – burning off when it gets too hot, but always Reappearing after evening draws its mantle of forgetfulness around us. ~...

Well Met

Strange fruit – shape and husks like the mottled purple-white breasts of small dying birds, scattered on asphalt. Running together, life and death in the avenue. That we choose one over the other – fight like cancer to linger in this place – affirms...