A long list of grievances
or something like that.
…might be a better place.
They pass ethereal not grounded swirling up where the canopies are. Wind hearts acquainting those who reach…
Dance till the crying stops. Push your body to the edge of asking. I’m abashed and pinnacle at how the feelings…
Green-eyed drifter understands his chances. They hinge on abseiling the back-break mountain’s senseless stand…
Poem
Back again, eh?Can’t keep away — I know, didn’t expect to be here eitherMy excuse?There’s no place like home…