Along the molding of the mantel,waiting for websI'd better not get caught.Above the cross arrangedis a stainand now I'm losing my mind.You said you wo..
There is always this weird commonplace I end going back to. Do you know what I mean?It involves weird trinkets, like a little clown statue that was al..
A lost sense of detachmentis losing its luster.While a pebble I'vethrown,is waiting to settle.While thishouse will crumble,with the weight of our time..
So me and this buddy of mine from back in high school, we started on this little trip across town into these old Indian reservation ltrails. There wer..
Hearing you laughingin your sister bewilderedby grace and shame the sameBrother beside meshouldering the blameborn to decide the inane.Ghosts on the f..
I'm advancing through cryptic tides of a black and white sea,backwards through my arteries I search for ambivalence,but am rocked back into the realit..
So as i ascend my last Evangelical skin into a nest free version(sadder and quieter) so far at least as if to now speak mum to dad,where i can polariz..