Reclaim
Over her ears she pressed Small hands Steeling herself into oblivion. Between paint stained fingers Shouts licked her skin Burning...
The Infernal Machine
It bears us one after the other Wailing children of discontent It waits and it suffers in silence Patiently supplying The thread Our...
Timelessness
When Marianne died, spring was in full growth, mature and ripe. Without warning, her heart stopped and they found her in the garden, a...
Allure
In the light She searched. Like the untouched strings of an unused guitar She waited for the music to come. In the light The silence...
The Conceptual Promised Land
They say home is where your heart is. What if your heart is divided, I ask myself? Poor heart, it only has memories and people it...