I have faced the questions of why and not to publish...
My heart doesn’t bleed For if it did I would be...
My heart is ill With fever Smoke clouds my eyes I...
His pride A youthful tongue of Fire agate His jealousy A...
Grey ghost In rags you dress Appropriate on occasion Numbered days...
Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
Oh, the joy of pen and hand Coming together To create...
As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak As the truth...
You can smile And I see That you are laughing Just...
Blood Flows When I Do not Know What Else To Do....