A Murder of Crows She sits at her dinner of regret,chewing up words of whatshe didn’t say. After one bite she knowswhat day it is. Who will defendher right to be lonely? - now that she’s come to knowthat the mountain alw…

Alone in the night she marries the dark, curve of memory behind her eyesconceals secret regrets. She parts brambles in the shadows whereskeletons ride bicycles that whisper to herwith voices flat and cold like the side…

Night holds long ago way past remembering,words yellow from age come to mind,sounds as hollow as an old bone. Shadows magnify shapes into illusionssewn into tiny crevices left for animagining madness. A lamp glows saffro…