A planet left out for you and me To blow like dust a cerulean sea And feathered blue light Such an elegant sight To unsettle the dust

In frost covered fields With garnets congealed A pomegranate drips Scattered seeds amongst the star-lit field A twilight blooms

To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward,...

I want to be the needle in your thigh plowing endlessly the field of your discomfort like a splintery thing. Extract the venom to your...

The key is to detach and then to reduce it down to the roots, strong solemn things that grip the body, and smooth out the mind in copse...

I wish that you’d listened to the call of leaves and the purring in trees, but you got distracted, turned away (as they do), and left me...

I go away Are just three words I use sometimes To break the silence of a fragile state I go away, I say, when the moonlight breaks...