I found an old jewellery box. Ornate in design,splintered in parts, with dust etched into the very soul of it.The trinkets inside speak to old fashions and whims.The fancies of a much younger iterati...

Bury me beside an apple tree.  Take everything
you thought you knew and held dear,
your fancies and follies, and put me in the ground.   I need no box. Let the roots grow around and through me. Let t...

Your garden was rich in colour, texture, tastes. It became precious; this rare and coveted earth. I ran you through my fingers and sifted out the gold. The jewellry I wear is cast from your molds....

The Angel is old, and has stopped praying for the dead.
It no longer ferries, it no longer cares. Stone eyes are all that
are left. Fables replace
myth replace folklorereplace
tales told in a frighte...

My gaurdian angel has no wings; he is a bit broken, a bit bent. He drinks too much, and he smells a tad foul. He makes a lot of unnecessary noise, and looks for his reflection in spaces where he thi...

Internal countdown on, fueled by rage, inequities, years of hoping and wishing; give me strength, give me resolve.I had beautiful designs on the whiteboard, your callous hands erase and dismiss, why h...

Heckled and tired, taking swings with crooked bats."Yo battah yo battah yo battah, suwinnng battah!"This mantra chiming through my weary mind overand over until it's nothing but a chorus of overusedcl...

An aging master performs meloncoly chords,painting me a summer forest, just before sunset. Light beams bring in the underlying melodies. The shadows dance in D Minor.The moist earth, blanketed with t...

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While you beg for answers, I hide the script.dance with meRain on fevered skin; the trees will not be offended by your brute forces and my cries of mercy.Memories are bruises left by lust and fire. There is something old there, something undone, unravelled.These forces leave nothing to the imagination.I want your commandments dealt with precision.I crave these intimate moments, mutual understandings,cared for and used with gratitude. Your mirror shines with brilliance,I seek you out, paint youw

The state has no control over its affairs. Buildings crumble; each falling stone is another memory lost to the march of years, each withering wall a testament to dreams undone. The occupants are a mys...

How is it, that while I see the scars ofall your doppelgangers on my face, my body, my arms; I am blind to your ability add to these wounds?I apologize for you again and again,and I beg forgiveness to...

The rain was heavy this morning. The scent of Spring is not yet here, and it felt as though the water held gifts the ground would still reject. I watched the patterns and rivers come and go on the c...