39 ½ i have touched the wall of the hospital where i was born – since being back here again – the unfamiliar red brick wall, cold and worn. i felt a...
olivia ♥ jesus you approach shyly, in a pleated skirt too sensible for summer; too sensible for what crosses my mind. your perfect teeth and sky blue...
gulls over Paris church bells fall mute, having turned afternoon into evening, and in the fade of the peal, the cry of gulls, as they take to the sky...