Some mornings I wake uplike a ramshackle houseon a deserted piece of landin the middle of nowhere
Peel me backand expose what’s insideThe veins of despairThe gentle longingA small breath of…
I wonder if you see me passing youon the two-lane road of lifewhere we are somehow stilland moving at…
Some days I take two steps forwardand then immediately take two steps backbecause I can never take…
I remain unmendednot by choicebut because of this holethat was madewhen I was not readyto be a…
It seems that I am bottomlessas the fountains pour on meand I take on more and more waterbut feel…
It seems I’ve veered off trackin this creative journeyeven though the path is not clearand snow will…
Sometimes I imagine myself standing at the edge of the worldin a deep conversation with…
Do you ever look inside of yourself?Like deep down into the creviceswhere you…