February 2nd, 2015

  All that unfinished business of love… Like a cardigan, half sewn Ending in scraggy tendrils…

  I CHING Not five thousand years ago But yesterday   In a flight of freedom…

   Firewife When you did not come back for me, I bit off my braid and…

  forlorn pine tree,  float like a memory in breeze before riots began   another dkhar…