Sustaining Vagabondage

All words wither, a river of rain falls upon my bare skin at midnight. Servus imprisonment, the mother of all … More

love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes

Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am … More

Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are … More

In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my … More

Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall, … More

I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the … More

Is it not strange to feel something so strongly that it consumes everything from your drunkenness to your dreams. I … More

Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night … More

…effortlessness is the supreme virtue, she sung, enclosing all my endeavors in a bundle of refuse. I wanted to know … More

The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt … More