• Paradox

    Two hands that once in their palms
    Held the world I no longer know:
    Gnarled, distorted phalanges augment
    The natural road maps of my life;... more »

  • Untitled Cinquains

    I will light in
    Faraway lands hallowed
    By monks; I pray you'll fly away... more »

  • Weavers

    We are the weavers, you and I,
    Who tend the looms with ease;
    The rainbow strands we pick and try,
    Always the eye to please. Cascades of filaments align—... more »