Our constant conversation—blooms lucid & quiet shapes—in zeniths, and mid point
galaxies—still narrating below—the heat of florescence.
Gardens
of pulse keep pace around—your two deep eclipses. Volumes of insight thrown into—the darkest rift, patterned and concentrated and regathered—in circles of lunar dilation. I—you & the connection kept—displace present dialogue into green irises. Always thriving.
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Of Yesterday
Poetry[Completed] Of Yesterday is a poetry collection written over the last decade, and deals intimately with emotions related to loss, grief, love, recovery and renewal. The pictures used in this chapbook are my own photographs, taken and edited personal...
