Burying her… alive? But she’s a seed. Bound to sprout. And grow – on you too.

time after timewe always seem to repeatnever learning, but always questioningthe strangeness of the world. constant distractions interrupting the quietlosing focuschanging channels the craving ...

There are cracks on the internet Is there a hole in the alphabet?  There are cracks in the ground Is there a hole in the Pound?  ...

I want to fly like a bird above the clouds, behind the rising fog and not be seen. Had I known what being seen ...

softly the petals of a flower falllanding upon the slowly browning eartha chill starting to take hold in the airthe last vestiges of summer ...

When you dipmy body singsback archesmaking my legs fall openlike butterfly wings When you dipmy body soarsand the soft moansescaping my throatis my call ...

Nothing is what it appears,A fact consecratedIn my mind. I desire to believeIn fairytales andHidden worlds. Be it not for the lessonFollowing each mortal ...

I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter  Along our shared grassy track  They like to stop and have a chat  And proudly pose for a ...

there is a crispness in the airfresh morning dew on the grassa scent of something warmer to comeand the scant songs of birds the ...

It comes with a numbness that is hard to understandTriggered by anger that has morphed into hateThe rapid flow of emotions now difficult to ...