Poems

How have I landed and what is this strand? Was it folly or crime? I don't understand. There's flotsam around, the crew has all vanished and all that is clear is that I am banished. I'll go find the wreck, see what's to salvage Find what is left with which I can manage...

Father, There were horrendous misunderstandings quiet pathologies not to be cured or endured a flaying of some inner skin too fragile for the surgeon's suture too enmeshed to be unwoven too silent to be named too deep even for the mortician's fluids too old to be...

There are no citations for recklessness in love but there are consequences emotional lacerations ER units of the soul where instruments divine the damage inflicted an attempted prognosis a plan for stabilization. First,staunch the flow. Second, lower expectations....