Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Through the low hymn of the crowd
he stares through a red haze
a conductor to the glass choir

Sunday, November 29, 2009

...All I Could Do Was Watch Her Leave

"No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone"

-Tom Waits, The Black Rider (1993)

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Her voice was the sound of shattered bone that never healed properly...
it was at some points fragile and at others more resolute than I remembered.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Skin covered in the ash of nostalgia
the weight of tempered memory
the howling heart
a phoenix denied flight.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Saturday, August 29, 2009

I was dreaming of you on northern roads

every sign post

every wrinkle of painted highway

pointed in your direction.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Soft Voices / Hard Static

White Noise Heaven

Lost Half Dream

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Walk Home...

Luna | Sola

.................................................... Venus | Longing
. (I Love You Still)