poem for us

To Xia My dear, I'll never give up the struggle for freedom from the oppressors' jail, but I'll be your willing prisoner for lif...

Valentine Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light Like the c...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are ...

there's a bl uebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let a...

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? Give them me. No. Give them me. Give th...

O that abstract garden of being Tells me to be brave, and clear, In the fire of living, And in the journey through the year. So I will grow...

your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. ...