favorite tie or trousers feel life’s got me tight is it luck or the ritual it’s your identity that forms you accept things as they are it’s no crime against nature welcome this direction train to recognize

The house where the wind lives Has no doors. The windows whisper To the sagebrush nestled beneath them: Hold fast, my loves. Hold fast. Behind the weathered wooden walls High plains stretch langurously Their flat bodies supine beneath The wide pale sky Mornings, the wind…

I have a necklace in my drawer. It is a locket that holds a clock. The clock no longer moves its hands. I bought in a Philadelphia thrift shop with a group of friends. For Sarah’s birthday, she takes us all into the city, into…

I’m not sure how I feel about eternity now As an escape, it’s flawed because you can never come back As a feeling, it’s frustrating because sometimes you just want to get on with it And what sort of eternity are we talking about? Is…

SPEAK Rolling thunder beats against the heavens, a blanket of darkening clouds promising to tear back the supernatural veil. as the wind violently whips through the towering treetops, holding us back. Breathe. Speak to the Sky. The storms that wage within and without have no…

Parallel lines and parallel lives We kept our hands to ourselves, our arms straighten to our sides straighter than a straightjacket It was like I was the flame and you were the fuel, and if our eyes met the wrong way you would provoke me…

Can’t forget the night, that moment, The confidence I had, yet lingering on the nervousness, As we took our first step, towards a new chapter, The vows we took, the seven rounds, the seven vows, Making me yours for eternity, And eternity seemed now, Now…

Do you remember the little cabin out in the valley? Remember how the snows would come rushing through with howling noise that sent us running for the warmth of that cabin? Nights were long and cold, but the stars shone bright and the wonders of…

  My solace Is where I hear no cry And when my heart Speaks to the mind   For, things done And the things undone The heart, which is barren And lost all hope   You can start afresh Says the mind This time, do…

Silence. Finally.   I am open now, and empty desolate, desiccated and free from the meat bags.   It took them long enough despite the hunger the heat and the thunder.   Cold now, freezing and blistery I don’t have to worry about burning up…