There is only one directionburn it looseas I walk through your doorlook at all the dewso many memories of youYou wanted to hate himto make it hurt les..
My Desert RoseHer womb; an empty crypther desire and hope a dying birdnodding on the limbTree leaves flickered with Autumn flametwirled and danced as ..
Blue Tie SpecialSummer is not lostbut merely sleepingShe says it's in the sunshinerippled stones and dimpled lakesShe's Acorn classy butPinecone alite..
ParablesI can always telldid you know that?A great many packed away under that pilloweach thoughtdetonates land mines in their wake.Do not ask questio..
I remember him right after my mother diedour conversations began around six years old.He fondly recalled me as his 'little girl' andI remember him, my..