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...
Your time will come, sweet thing So just ride it on...
Hearts grow fond of Each other’s company. It’s a wonder our...
Orange fingernails And Spanish legends Of human tails Lawless as we...
In the wake of angels I lie in wait My leopard...
How dreadful is doom? Doom. Doom! Doomed… And damned are we...
He is a cottonwood of a man. Born again – as...
Another battle – For now I am victorious. The war rages...