A Drop in the Pool
The long narrow street where our young painter lived was lit only by the cast-iron street lamps, the night sky painting black and mauve across the sky with deep thick brush-like strokes. Amoras Hoskins was drifting down the public alley half-dreaming...
[Tribute Poem] In a Sympathetic World
When you kiss me, You kiss the heart of me, And kiss the parts of me, I'd never let anyone see. When you lay with me, You lay with the child in me, And lay with the vulnerability, Of the raped child you see. When you hold me, You hold me...