I love you, possessively.
I love you like a hot meal and a cold beer...

Is there a word for having no words
I’d like to think contentedness stole my...

Written for a friend, whose son died in labor...

There I laid my weatherbeaten horse to rest
on a desert by the sea of final turnings...

Her love is confusing for them, but moreso for...
She wants them to speak...

Once we set our sails
We stared from towers...

A vision of glowing coal in a dying fire,
embers scintillating...

Persecutory. The infliction which
alters a state of reason into madness...

So I asked you to come over
Hadn't seen you in months...

If you make room for me,
I'll live...

Yesterday
I was haunted by fingerprints...

We venture 'yond the badlands
Seeping hooves in somber sands...