I feel splitlike a log, and lifewields the axe.One half happilywarms the hands ofthe cold andlonely huddled aroundThe other threatensto catcha spark a..
3 a.m. streets lit by headlights, ghosts of memories reaching out, the sweet sadness of nostalgia screaming out -the fight that happened around this b..
I am beach sweaty and sleepy sadHeavy heart full of tender thingsBody bursting with nerve endingsI am sun dizzy and lit like a matchTugged under by th..
Again and again.Always missing GhostsTime is a thiefAnd Nostalgia is a dirty liar,But these memories, so sanguine sweetLike honey at the center of a s..