It's hard being in a closet.The hangers hit your head and you can't see past whatever clothes you have.But I think it's even harder being in THE close..
What did you bury here,What did you leave so deep in the groundThat dirt tattooed under your fingernails?It wasn't a perfect funeral,Nor a funeral at ..
1. Desolation.I look up, past the vectors of facadesto see a sky about to roll with storm. It will rain tonight.Dirt grinds into my boot. Dust blows p..
When I'm with you, I have no doubtOnly when I leave does my mind wonderDo I? Or am I playing tricks on myself? AgainHow much am I willing to riskTo gi..
If I can rule without mistakingDisaster for the church bells ringingOr calm whatever storm is ragingMy life will be my reign.If I can beat back a fami..
Where do you goWhen you're too weak to standBut too stubborn to fall?I'm squirming under the pressure.CrackingI drag my feet to feel somethingI may se..
The Sun arcs toward the WestThe tides sway in, and out, and inThe blood in my body- the breath of my bonesConcentratesAnd flowsFlowers in the meadowBl..