Years Weigh on You Like Steel Feathers April and its madness,December and its sadness,n between green things grow,are harvested, eaten, covered in snow.The world turns brown and barebut you are glad you’re still there. Trees creak in the cold wind.Bones … Continue reading →

Always There Love is a lasting wordeven when it is temporary.Oh, that feeling. What was it?A spring fever?A sweet delusion?Yes, we both enjoyedthe rubbing of parts,a blessed friction,and all the skinwe touched,and the flowersgiven and received. It was all so … Continue reading →