A fascicle of feathers in my hand, hand …
C. Dale Young
I learned to hide my wings almost immediately, …
Because this is a dream, the beach is completely …
In that old story, the boy is depicted as delicate, …
As if the sky during its emergence …
Because the silence of the dead, …
Already his abdomen was sculpted, and already …
Not, as some believe, from the word genesis, …
Lamps have begun to light as evening, …
A single seedling, camp follower …
Women want to save you or want you to savage them. …
“If God is Art, then what do we make …
And what if I had simply passed you by, …
Ignoring the local reliquiae— …
Beyond the strings of water …
I love. Wouldn't we all like to start …
One of them grants you the ability …
The pearls, mere reminders. …
Somewhere outside Kyoto's line, she said, …
The angle of the sun does not confuse them— …
It is not the chambers of the heart that hold him …