I walk through snow so deepthrough numbing,through needles
I am alone
Wandering, wondering, wrangling,The dark bark callsbranches claw the wind,
Mamma Is Gone
He was eight when it came for him,
the streets were shimmering,
and he was sucking on an orange pop.
I went to the lake today,
the wind was kicking
up waves on the water
like mini oscillations,