I imagine this midnight moment\'s forest: Something else is alive Besides the clock\'s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers

When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white. He decided it glared much too whitely. He decided to attack it and defeat it. He got his

He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him

Pike, three inches long, perfect Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold. Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin. They dance on the

To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond\'s chamber and paves The flies\' furious arena: study These, the two minds

So on the seventh day The serpent rested. God came up to him: “I’ve invented a new game”, he said. The sepent started up,