(2014)
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
