Poetry: In The Heart Of Leaves.

The world lay before me as a leaf. Tomorrow coming as a new leaf turned to give me a new start. This is the art, written as a monocotyledonous hieroglyph- swallowed by the mind for it is photographic...

Poetry: To A “Chained Swing”

Dear Winnie, this is for the pain swinging your eyes like a bee. I’m sorry for not always being around. Especially when my toil is buried in the ground. Please and please, don’t remember...