What I remember clearly is his hands in my hair, as I lay my head on his lap like a child Those long musical fingers pulling apart all my...

Left my heart In the red lights and the warm night How it tumbled over the cliff with no guardrail And just floated there like a ghost...

What comes just before something? What is the opposite of an echo? What is a seasonal premonition? If that even is a thing? Because that...

It begins like this A far off glimmer in the night sky A comet crashing through space Maybe you make an impossible wish Then you forget...

An invitation to a séance It arrives mysteriously in her mailbox on a Sunday No return label Crisp squared envelope A hint of jasmine...

Where does sound go after it vibrates through you. Why do I always feel like dancing; in joy, in sorrow, in rage To become awake, to...