(2014)
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
