right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings