Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

When I bury my own needs and my own feelings to try to keep the peace I am left feeling like a ghost.

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

A naked dread Silently built Preternaturally indwelt But seldom understood

I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

Brought before the elders Anchored here Seeking the vampire's kiss Chained by fragments of lust Abrasive diamonds Burning agony inhaled...

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

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...

Legend. Sometimes our feelings can seem so meaningless in the grand scheme of things. We aren't taken seriously, our voices aren't heard,...

No dog in the fight. Beaten down and broken by the world and ready to accept any state of existence that seems even remotely novel or...

If I could explain it I wouldn't be here again With these colors in my hand And these words on canvases If I could remember I'd find my...

We're off the edge of the map, Jack Of Monsters and Margins Off the edge of the map Where monsters are in the margins The devils in the...