The Gilded Acorn 

In your eyes, there is my summer. Your nights are by our city drive and your day celebrates its mirror. From time to time, a memory...

I am feeling off today, but can’t put a finger on it. Perhaps it is loneliness. Or, maybe I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.

We realized that you are shining gently and no one saw it before: you leave small golden footsteps and the faint scent of lilac in most...

grab your fears bundle them up with your most inky and twisting thoughts and lift them up to the raindrops to watch eyelids drift up up...

In the ultrasound he’s Johnny Appleseed in sneakers, seventh malted milk ball from the sun. He’s a daisy chain of good luck—think a-boat...

After Tippoo's Tiger in the Victoria & Albert Museum There is a Bengal Tyger locked up in a glass box and stuffed in the corner of the...