I hear you crying because I’m gone
wailing you should have been there...

Agape: Ode to Diderot
Diderot replaced the book...

For many people
life is drawing for a straight...

No matter how fast I race nor high I sit
I cannot escape the guilt for being born...

Ahead of due time
hope ever to catch up to...

On the cold mountain of my imagination your past...
we started marriage on the ashes of your last...

Elm wings fall lightly
pepper the brick patio...

stolen is the smile
from the sky leaving neither...

In your peach sundress wander this field of...
always remember our fine April afternoon...

Camping in the wild
I was but a child...

Search for the truth and it may break you.
You may think you know the risks only to learn...

What if there were no more mountains:
when I stand out naked to the stars...