the lambent light of the skies pours through
the window and onto you – cast in sunshine...

art is the deliberate undertaking of
mining the unconscious to a...

Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...

you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...

how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...

I, who has nothing,
but the remnants of your...

a humble vagabond; shadowing your existence
in search of a conclusion to a story that was...

borrowing breath from tomorrow
staves lament just a moment longer...

you’ve missed the tender years –
i needed you most then. i daydream all the...

i dreamt of you again;
this time in parts...

y/our laughter is a metronome
playing into the late hours of...

Are you still there?
I did something horrible, and not the...