Champion Angel
The wind howls and whistles through empty windows, dust carrying nothing so much as echoes and snippets of treble--broken piano noise...
Always in love. With the beautiful, with the melancholy, the lost, the forgotten.
Champion Angel
The wind howls and whistles through empty windows, dust carrying nothing so much as echoes and snippets of treble--broken piano noise...
How Many Doors?
(For @tvansantana)
The entry, at least
Six or eight times, loading
Up the truck; more
If I'm staying home,
J...
Forbidding Burial
I've no desire to be
jostled by close stones,
groped after by roots
seeking a blacker sustenance.
And what happens
in a century? Graves
aba...
Is there anything interesting in Ello fashion people? When I signed up I followed one or two, and they seem utterly pointless. But maybe that's fashion in gener...
Interior monologue #2
I've waited
through all the shades of evening,
Through twilight,
as the colors tilted and fell,
As the air
began to swirl and dip,
...
I live in my own world, where the sunrises and sunsets make up half the day, where the sky is often a purplish gray, and where the ocean's surf is faintly audib...