Ligaments And limb by limb Fresher air Intimate Caught in actions Adrenal Flying Colors Bleeding down Pressed against the night...

Self-control asleep at the wheel Buried in the kind of task That carries only a sick appeal Back to sleep At arms length Never withheld...

Blasphemous I rearrange these stones Foolish to believe We were cut from the same quarry Simultaneous The damage caused A bright star...

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making...

Deimos and Phobos I can barely breathe Suffocating in Quicksand Underneath my skin Sundered secrets caught in throats Fires burning under...

The Rewound Heart Bleeding backwards Into a dying sun Waning crescent Descending crescendo Cascading energetic cycles Data still backing...

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I...

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...

My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals...

They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe...

She was the first thought. Waking. Walking in the void. Image or idol or maybe a whisper. Voices. A melody across the deep. And so he...

Origami Heart Too bright beyond these gates Collecting dust I can see the light Feel the warmth Taste the earth Head held down...

Why do we continue fighting? Life seems to want to find a way, to preserve itself, to keep us going even when we feel like giving up. Is...

Tearing at strands Disposable tendrils Digits pressured digging Dipped deeply in marrow This wick will never light again Standing in the...

Fail to Hate Devoured in vines Skies clad in iron Roses like wires Rusted but still bolted down Neglected aches Still stitches for days...

The omens move without words Like water Across the sky From the East Fire in the mouth And from the ending A new beginning A broken bow...

Fever Pitch Fever pitching Voices rising Season for Witching Toiling, boiling, brewing Klaxons blaring, houses burning Stirred up all...

Sometimes we mix ourselves a potion of memory and regret and find ourselves wondering what might have been. There is something a bit like...

LOAM Minutes run backward Scatter and skedaddle Straddling midnight hell bent Back way far past the one My eyes have been kept open Past...

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...