I am the stranger walking alone,
leaning to the right with packages...
We all have an attic, the repository of unwanted...
Dusty, old, the cobwebs lie in wait for visitors...
Save me from my sleepless dreams
when sunburned pregnant fears tear the sky...
The night is swarthy and I've been thinking
about you lately, wondering if you're eating well...
I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August...
82 Days
Beneath my Mother's Eyes...
The pavements I've been
chasing abandoned me in...
I stare into the dark sky;
never had it looked so eerie...
Your love to me had always
been a splinter of...
It was over a decade ago when I left my childhood
beneath quilts devoid of your once familiar...
My memories of you
From, oh so long ago...
I find comfort in torn shoes,
more than I do when...