THE CLEAR WATER the simple water that red fig of a womb abundant in itself one fold after another ventricle and then another turn and a new profundity It is true it happened pounded to the brink the mark that was left is clear history won’t deny it writing records now it is true it happened touched because the body was in its solitude it surrenders moved because it was in its solitude cautious its life prolonged by love

LEAVES Dry leaves: love letters the trees would like to forget. And yet! they keep sprouting, and greener every time. Mountain...