Lift
How I used to love Lost the spring in my leg now Raptors lift me up
Tag: love
to contrails
dreaming magic jets autographing air
If It’s Any Constellation
the love we make, the light will know it’s ours
Grieving Feels Like This
Death slouches mean under clouds
Quid Pro Love
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
An Unconventional Christmas Card
Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
Death
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
Yeast for Two
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
Morning Prayer
Time delivers grace in harmony.