(2013)
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than