little black booklithe black soulseed your damp dreamsshare inmy strengthgift me your silken stolesweet dark blue skybefore the promise of starsstill ..
todayat the lakeon my backwater blue-green motherresting at her watery breastsilentlysolemnlyshe caresses me blessedas we drift among the stars lost w..
There was a cafe that hosted a night for spoken word where I would regularly . Like all good things it came to an end. The new owner turned it into an..
this is me and my wordsthese are my spellsand this is the whole of my heartmark these gifts with grit and stonesscribe them into your soul my gravesto..