As a small child
I made a big promise...
How sound affects me
waking before my alarm...
Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...
They would go after
your dreams first before after...
I have been watching two icons
being laid to rest...
polishing off dark
sprucing up strength and vision...
Every 15 minutes, infant is born with with...
Flying high through the hole in the sky...
Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety...
I SING A SONG
When the days grow dark, dreary, and long, I sing...
A giant emptiness is visible from where I stand,
before the mirror in my room...
I was born on a
cold winter’s day...
Visiting the home of my childhood,
standing on a tiny patch of grass...