(2013)
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
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 fear this tempest might cost my life.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days