Looking Back Blind
Nostalgia is a prisonbuilt from the stones that anchor the trenches dug as the row gets plowedby the dragging across the ages
Rambling
Last Payment
Nobody knows what this will cost meHonesty’s too realThe baring of the layers ofCallous armor peels Away from the scarred and brokenmending
Unstructured
The water ripplesSound mapped on the 3D planeA drop remembers The wind sighs by mewhispering secrets loved longMemory in scent Trees murmur
At Practice with Indogen
Got new hangers up at the practice pad and I will not go back to the floor rack. Saves so much space
Where we go
Carried into loveCarried into lifeBuried by hands that loved her as wife Lost to flowLost to painA mother returned to the energy