Change- in combat with morals,
not always designed to win...

They're not the beautiful voices of mythology
who trap sailors with sweet cadences, no...

I wouldn't think a grown man would resort to...
Sometimes, the irrational side of my mind...

Day becomes widowed;
I continue to hug my...

I wanted to cry, summon the emotions to cascade
down my cheeks and sink into the dry soil...

I didn't know feeling empty could be so...
- Morning stirs and mixes milky residue into my...

I'd always been indecisive,
so when I asked you to conduct the day...

Hands tied behind my back,
the Devil is too loud, playing...

I feel different, in that everything I do is the...
though the world constantly shifts, tilts, and...

I want to be
not just warmed by the sun...

My right hand, a statue
inches above the coffee mug...

Do we love each other's words, or simply admire
the bravery of carpenters and lives we are not...