Touch is Memory
Calloused hands coil, memory's touch writhing gut, turning the chest to stone.
Read more →Birdsong, borders, and new love trace grief's geometry on campus.
bird song ~
a dash of hope in
my empty heart
first rain,
trembling green…
new love blossoms
beyond the borders, my homeland
winter rain…
the geometry of grief
on your sleeping face
school after long—
a bunch of flowers
for her teacher