Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue   Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder– with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of…

poem 10 I still remember how you looked the night we first met, your golden eyes illuminated in the moonbeams. Something about the way you smiled made me feel things, like I was standing at the edge of a dock, about to dive, unsure what…

In the stillness of winter, when all is cold and grey, Juni yearns for the summer warmth of Min. Their lives are now located at opposite ends of the world and meeting each other almost seems impossible. Winter, dark and grey Summer, spring and autumn…