I will live in the in-between land where the far-off murmurs of the crowd give me company while I tell stories to myself. I will build a hut in the fringes of fraternities and forests, where I’ll plant a garden for the deer and demons. I will write poetry from treetops for the life of Read more…

Autumn always reigned on the tree of my dreams Multicolored leaves and angling twigs   Leaves always seemed to leave on pilgrims To the god of death and his temple of twisted limbs.   Passersby always heed the aging hues of their rims With a kind word or two, adieu they always bid.   Buds Read more…