Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.

Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;

I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…

In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter

My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender

Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....

PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.

I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…

Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists

Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.

A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…