When the first flowers were born
from drops of sun-kissed ice...

Just walking
not feeling...

She walks where the ocean brakes,
along a faulty shoreline...

Two spiders meet.
Web and bush in a twist...

Trapped in a cell,
meaning to simulate natural habitation, in pity...

I wrote this poem in remembrance of a real...
Kenny’s Cry...

Oh! What a beautiful boy I know.
His mind so unafraid to be where others' refuse to...

I've been waiting here.
Untouched unless cobwebs were brushed from my head...

Left behind by the sunset,
she calmly waits by moonlight...

Let's end it now,
Before the cold sets in...

She concentrates on her fingertips,
tugging at the hem of her skirt...

We choose our target.
Set a mark...