I've been doing too much thinkin'
Ruminations of a Working Man – Ocean Stew
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
Given, Taken
I wish to give my heart to joy
A Hopeful Breath
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
A Wrinkled Letter
Now my words look in the mirror and see my heart standing there. Naked, ashamed, but so sure - this is all I've left to bear.
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
The Name of My Landscape
An identity- Wholeheartedly
My Neglectful Muse
But here I've stood all alone without my neglectful muse.
December Rose 