Haifa, My Longing I miss the long unbroken body of morning, giving ourselves to the lightness of its Mediterranean breeze as if it were all that love couldn’t be, and the stillness of our wings …

you step into your own ring and ending always where you stop making circles. there’s eye shadow on your lids, aluminum on teeth and chalk on lips.                  …

chapter the sixth In which, because of his hatred for plastic, and his love for ecology, the life of Augustus the Second enters yet more dire straits.   Thrush and redwing, blackbirds and finches, ravens …

Who calls me in this darkness? The voice is cold but not fierce, Distant yet distinct to my years Gripping my senses from so many years Who calls me in this darkness? Guessed rightly the …