The apple trees have wrapped their seeds in sweet summer sunshine.

I will, too.

Of course she fell in love again.
Are you also upset
that water runs downhill?

I have not destroyed all my fears, have not scoured every one of them from my soul.

Once, this is what I thought was needed.

( I have become a hunter of fear. )

Quicksilver he is called, and no other word so well describes him ( Read more... )

From my love I light a fire ( Read more... )

( Poetry lurks within, consider yourself warned. )