Another October comes like a release, like a relief from the scorching sun under which I stay put in place joined from the tip of my head...

I ask him to live with me today, he says, "later." I ask him to hold my hands, to call my name, to look me in the eyes and tell me things...

I am learning to surrender. To people, to situations, to nights that I cannot force to not come. One may think that doing nothing,...

Songs about building houses, burning towns, first sunrise, and forevers; while a decomposing pigeon behind my balcony's door begs to be...