Looked in the mirror And the stains shaped like me Formed into something greater Looked in the mirror And what do I see

How ironic it is That the same breath That maintains the body Nurtures the mind Pushes the heart

And to my son Yet to be born I can hear you With a gentle voice kind enough to silence broken hear…

Fourth in the Fire When I was with you I stayed up all night. Now we have parted, I cannot sleep.

that day in choir those voices in the room That high melody in the air Were all just noise And could not

My child’s, child of mine. What have I done to disturb you? Shall I agree? To disagree Is such a shame

Out of all desires That my life’s myth Noised about None can compare To the screaming and gnashing

Turning On Gil It was to my amazement that those white men and women gra… with precious titles such as “trailblazer, educated ”

My first love, Anna Maria, the ta… On the outside the maroon bark Crease and dot the grey roads Pedaling across the emerald shimme… The ardor of sunlight caresses the…

Forgiveness/New Friend “Madness!”, was the word That flickered among the two birds You left all your wings on the sta… And so did I– damaged and bruised

I used to know you draped over my back you first gripped me a glorious shroud of warmth. By surprise, you wrapped your arms…

Everything was orange When The sun hazed Beaming on the forever green below Almost aware of what or when When The sun bled

Woods Joseph Ambrosino Into the barren leaves Dressing the soil Into the pollen topped

Top of misery the churning of blood Inflation of muscles Gnashing of teeth. Ongoing tension suffocates me