Let Me Work
Put myself through hell I came out owing no one Flecks of ash on me
Trees Walking as Men
Ghosts are in your head. Good angels, not humans felled. Monitor the feed.
Apples to Apples/Seven Hills
(An ode to the latex coating on apples, rending them allergenic) … His nail scratches away the thin, waxy surface layer of the apple. On a scale of mites Where things begin to separate Damage unseen until it expands Under the microscope In that land of many hills, The sky is only as wide as…
Pleased to eat you whole Following first God’s command Endure & be tried
Call Me Old-school
Can’t hide forever. Won’t warm up to it. Ever. Being recorded.
Rethinking It All
I hurt when you hurt. I expect the same from you. That bond is crucial.
Say it Out Loud
I have a problem. Needed help to give it up. Thank you for support.