THE PORTER’S VESSEL

With knotted rope in hand, he drags the chest, creaking under its hidden…
With knotted rope in hand, he drags the chest, creaking under its hidden…
How many scars before the stars? How many nights alone and cold?…
Tend to her heart like a garden, where roses bloom with tender care.…
Dear self, Print on me, Prints of mint. Dwell on me, Dwells of…
I have fought the good fight, Through shadows and light, With faith…
There is no greater comfort they say in life’s turmoil than in the…
In the spur of the the momentI loved himHow foolish of me I…