If I mapped the places, would I understand?
Lament for a senior thesis. Need I say more?
Learn to say the truth of a thing – that is all.
“That liquefaction of her clothes” – a different understanding of a poem I’ve always loved.
Yes, I still have pumpkins from Halloween. Yes, they’re still good (I hope).
Peach tree seasons, time run soft.
Today is Earth Day? I don’t understand – and neither do you.
Memories in a cup of peach tea.
Cocoon – for what I cannot say.