poem for us

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by f...

I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself ...

From behind the wall death sends out messages That all mean the same, that are easy to understand. But who can interpret the blue-green wave...

I was never a wild child 'til you untamed me A cold-blooded creature, 'til you enflamed me Bashful and self-contained, 'til yo...

The place I want to get back to is where in the pinewoods in the moments between the darkness and first light two deer came walking down the...

The earth says have a place, be what that place requires; hear the sound the birds imply and see as deep as ridges go behind each other. (So...

I glanced at her and took my glasses off — they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice...