(2014)
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
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…
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
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?
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
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,
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
