You must know me. If you live in this world, you must know me...

A new land bathes in the dawn’s early rays, distant hills wear a shroud of gray...

Away with the wind, soaring through sky, that's where I want to hide, safe up high...

sometimes it takes soaked livers and three o’clock in the mornings compulsively teeth...

he sleeps smothered by dreams and illusions, blind to the natural world around her...

The lazy susan in the corner cabinet of my childhood kitchen was blonde wood...

« He is the wisest man. » my mother whispered to me as she dipped her fingers through my hair and pressed the lotus leaf wrap in my hands...

The sun sets low across the sky as whispers sound from tide to tide...

Strong in faith but lacking hope, a flower feeble in the snow...

Click clap- it hits the ground...

Pain seeps through the seams like water through the leaky roof of our year one classroom...

Drag my ashes to the lake where the resting water yearns to lick and lap at my sore, scorched feet...