My chest is cold and I'm left feeling less
than I am...

There's something almost nostalgic about muffled...
padding softly down dimly lit sidewalks and across...

Her eyes are
stained glass windows...

How much longer must you haunt
my brittle bones...

All of this gravel I'm eating keeps
chipping my teeth...

You were so slapstick it was
tragic...

Somewhere amongst the straight
lines and right angles...

Our words are music on a
rundown carousel in an...

A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...

You are a loose arrow
launched from...

Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...

How many more
nights...