This moment is all
I am able to have for...
crowds of crows
cover the sky...
I have some shoes I always wear
They've been with me everywhere...
It's gloomy and isolated
in the unlit flat...
..as more mornings continue to vigorously crack...
the little things resting on the edge of dust...
My starting verse
a thorough beginning...
This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama...
The nights drags on
Lost in my thoughts...
Two little birds
Sitting on a rock...
Bring me forth the fire,
Then watch me wash it all away...
Recent months we have seen
A very different Grandma...
Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...