And into the night Have you sensed my presence In uprooted...
He comes And goes He rarely throws Me only bits Of...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
Easy on the ice, she said I am in love with...
He is a cottonwood of a man. Born again – as...
Another battle – For now I am victorious. The war rages...
I know all there is to know About liars They are...
Whatever comes to mind Be it rain Or fog Or sleep...
Just like ripe fruit My dogwood flower fell Was snatched up...
Would it please m’lord To hear me say I love thee...