Excerpt from the play Pele’s Lover:

HIIAKA: Ok. Are you in love with this mortal, Pele?
Remember, he’s just a mortal.
PELE: Let’s put it this way. He’s been hard to forget.

Excerpt from the poem “Ribbons”:

No, love means return
with a rhythm
of lambada daffodils
and rejoicing leaves
in an orchid wind.

Bunch’s poems are “tight and lyrical.”
—Dana Gioia, author of The Gods of Winter

Excerpt from the poem “Mountain Climbing”:
As I sip more coffee,
cherry blossoms
float by heart
as green stars blink in the distance.