It was the witching hour
And the only sound that I could perceive...

Once again I put pen to page
Spill my guts on a wood pulp stage...

The setting sun casts its orange hue along the...
At the edge the ocean breathes, its movements...

Once
Long ago...

The wiper blades move in rhythmic motion across...
The air is hot and sticky inside this car, the...

Around me pulses the surging sea
Its influence harking my words of fear...

The water breaks
with the reflective light of the sun...

The willow bows low along the water
Its frozen limbs and brazen disposition...

Enjoy the little celebrations
I saw that once on a cozy for a cup of coffee...

I sit alone on my porch conserving energy like the...
The cigarette burns low, warming my face while my...

I woke up to the same feeling of sickness that I...
It has been this way for weeks now, mornings of...

An old bedside table
Wood-pulp and leather...