This is a Letter
This is a letter to November, its gray bowl of sky riven by black-branched trees.
Limbic Resonance
Trust me. It'll be better this way.
Keeping Quiet
What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.
Life is a Pony Ride
Rolling in that moment like a dog in the grass...
When Death Comes
I was a bride married to amazement.