The downstairs closet is our haven, When storms blow fiercely through the town. When the sirens sound so loudly, It’s time to hunker down. Thankfully my fur babies, Like to follow me all the time. We wait it out together, until things are clear and…

All things end In the end Time moves on In the end All things change Life moves on All things change Such is life So we grow

Closet In the closet, She dreams of escape, Snow covered lamp-posts And talking fauns. She dreams of hiding In fur coats, Burrowing deep into warmth. In the closet She is her real self, Free and brave and strong. In the closet, She is safe.

It’s time to get these skeletons out of the closet bone-by-bone thrown on the floor like a child having a tantrum They have been kept inside for too long it’s time to air the dirty laundry don’t stand in my path or you could suffer…

You hide in th stuffy darkness, Between a million identities, They swallow you whole till are A mere memory scrunched at the bottom of the closet.

God must’ve planned Rested Eaten Stretched Before moulding you both Through every storm I stand Boosted Tho’ stricken I’m blessed Because I have you both

Up high up Up is high high is always up high up like a cloud Clouds float up in the sky the sky is blue with white clouds the clouds rise up and over the mountaintops the mountaintops rise up and over the valley below…

You, who have given so much and left my flesh alone. You, whose love-well has become my own. You, who bared your spine for this dilettante pile of clumsy bones, who paid my fees for Charon– and called me back to continue my quiet instruction…

Beautiful Coasting Flowing Gliding Jumping Looping Pointing Skimming   DAMN IT SOMEONE STOLE MY PEN

Church pews carry so much. How many toddlers have rested their pudgy bodies on you? What did they dream of as the angels whispered prophecy in their ears? How many hot tears have spilled on you? What stories did the tears tell? You held us…