The Lost Among Us
I don’t know their names but I know their faces and they’re not here.I’d like to think that what is truecannot recede or be forgotten.Like... Read more.
Ryōkan Teaches Me
that if I open the windowand hold out my handit would feel moonlightdelicate and invisibly softand if I spread my fingersthe moon’s light would softeneven more... Read more.
Perhaps Paris
. . . perhaps a Paris very much like Paris or not quite Paris. ... Read more.
All the Comfort Necessary
Maybe it’s as easy as this:knowing she will always be therewhen you come home.That she won’t have gone away,even thought going awaywas a place she could go to.And... Read more.