I stand at the edge of a drop-off;the roots of trees gnarled out intothe dead zone where a fog hangs--it is empty and cold out there.Do I fall?A tingl..
Dad-I left my jacket at home.It's cold out here and thesky has gone dark.There's something following-in the underbrush, the trees.There's something ou..
Blood pools in rings of salt;moonlit-- absent from time.Smoke stings your eyes untilyour clawing fit subsides.What is left of you isn'tvery human anym..
The world is beautiful in the eye of the storm--it is most vibrant in the calm between sufferings.Where a period of grief leaves a heavy fogthe briar ..
Love arrives like a consequence thatEros himself would find laughable-Somewhere in the fog of sicknessKerosene lamps and glowsticks crackAsunder in my..
The motel room is warm-it smells vaguely of cigarettesbut that's become comforting.You've been restless, twitchylike a cat listening to the railroad.T..
I wanted to give yousomething.A handful of firefliesthat kept youglowing.Somethingprofound but warmand subtle.I wanted to give youLove.But I never cou..
Twilight falls over the creaking treesthat groan and cry in October winds.You play with wildflowers and grass;braiding, weaving their stems andtearing..