Buffalo Dance for the Dead
in my dreams, there is death,
often dismemberment, symbolic
in far too many ways,
a Houston, Texas, if you will.
Poetry
Something Left Undone
there is something greater than my sadness,
there is something bigger than my sins,
Family Pictures
I want to be in your family pictures, i want to be in your family pictures… in the background, on the side, anywhere is ok with me … i just wanna be your family.
Nuthouse Ramblings
In the Nut House, Again. Always the same … I’ll get better one day. but my questions remain: what will become of us? Will you die by his side? will i die as alone as i’ve always been? And how you fill my thoughts! warm milk and honey, affections gentle: fingers on my ears. There’s … Read moreNuthouse Ramblings