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

I deny the call of faith and prayer,
Walking by myself along this lonely path...

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

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

After the rain falls and the water soaks
into the ground and the sun warms the surface...

Drifting out of the feelings of my heart
And pursuing the mechanization of the mind...

(This is written from the female perspective)
Father of all life...

Black bubbling streams of white water
Cutting a line through the haggard...

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

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

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

The sky burst into action,
as cold droplets plummet towards the earth...