the world starves itself of poetry-
steadfast resolution; we inundate...
We lived in a jungle
when I was a child...
Always think of you
When I see their colorful...
the wind stirs again,
coveting lands that have...
How beautifully buildings collapse.
How deep their voices are as they die...
It’s hardly ever cold here
But when it is I’m reminded of home...
Spinning, hurtling, tumbling through the air
The pointed nose, the tail so bright...
Father, forgive me.
Forgive how I want to...
The night has rested
on her exhausted shoulder...
the world breeds wildflowers with
thorns so abundant; you wonder...
I have too much
history with these cups...
It's quiet here with you
when the world outside, and in my mind...