nothing beats insight illuminating blindness no greater treat than the forest talking to seeds inside any husk of a life it helps to know...

his death the white smirks and black laughter of darkness ignore him and head towards the shadows one stray thought seeks the nutrients...

a gray dreary dawn the longing for sun begins but not here not here

running a gentle thumb along the gauze of curtain she turns and says good morning such a soft-breathing mother the wind can be

in this black sky there is no passion fruit to pluck off the night’s branch no floating pearl in the dark sea to reach for perhaps...

for God’s sake everyone could you please leave the Son alone for the time being don’t call on him pray to him plead with him ask for...

a day of heavy use and left in the boat at sundown they slipped out of their holders and sank into the inky abyss the panicked morning...

takes place somewhere every day between earth and sky clouds yell out some measurements countering the offer of the trees the sun has a...

at 95 she doesn't buy green bananas anymore

mint with rice tonight flames dance, the onion sizzles my eyes liquefy

nearly impossible to stop anger from breaking into the armory taking you hostage putting a gun to your head and forcing you to spew...