(2013)
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
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 are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
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;