What it's like to be again No longer a ghost A will, a whispered echo A memory of skin A texture barely rendered Still not focused in A...

Mealy-mouthed sub-optimal consumer Filled with a black bile tar heart Feathers fringed tinged dark with fear Red and Green with envy All...

SINKING IN Tell me what these pieces mean Intrusive thoughts and sordid dreams Truths uncovered in our sleep Urges lurking underneath...

We sometimes get caught in our own web. Afraid to let go of past trauma or present mistakes or the fear of the future being a repetition...

Say less Pursuant Pursuing a sound Windswept Constant Melodies that echo down A sheltered shadowed place Chambers twist like valves A...