There is a sweet ravine, but it cannot be seen...
Sweet Ravine
The Waking World
Lay claim to the vibrant ebullience that is the waking world...
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
December Rose 