A jumble of letters spilled on a p
Is that not what poetry is?
A jumble of words trapped in a boo
Is that not what a story is?
A jumble of feelings irreparably t

There is something so serene
In the loneliness of silence.
Total silence; the kind of silence
One can only experience when compl
Alone.

Picking a Periwinkle after a Rose
Deceptive,
For a time.
Blooming in winter:
Beautiful–

When you drop a china cup it
Smashes.
It smashes,
And it smashes into many pieces.
You can use glue or super glue or

We had a first, nervous encounter
Shared nervous laughter,
Were nervous wishing each other go
Our second encounter was late that
It was freezing,

You drank;
You changed.
We fought;
I cried.
It was the next day;