We fly about on fragile wings that frantically beat, desperate in our need to gain formation, to gather together those of likeness and temperament, never quite understanding there is no direction home, yet, once begun, we are relentless in our pursuit. Warriors fighting against shadows…

I am the soul of war a dance of angels cast down for the purchased promises of tomorrow I am the blood of the innocents and the vanquished and the victorious sanguine sacrifices for change I am the spirit of your disease a trinket in…

running away like children, invisible as the wind running away like children, needing to pretend running away like children, dreaming of anywhere running away to someplace, never here nor there The left side of paradise, where trains run all night long, where people dance in…

When the world is turning left, I look right. When it’s waltzing, I tango. I do them well. Just not always in rhythm. I’m great at a party, if I’m engaged. Otherwise, I sit and observe. I do that well, too. When the world is…