In this graveyard of memories, I wander, cloaked in the twilightof November. The breeding stones of my mind held within. Mybones, threadbare of the moth's wings. Now a silhouette falling from the grave. Walking the shadows in an orchard...

heaving heaviness my bosom rises and fallsthe night utters weariness to methe need gathers and I bring the shadows withinrestless spirits who know I understand themcreedence true, lovely ones they aresinking in deeper I behold themit is a sacred...

my thoughts meditate within mefloating to the skytouching heaven I sighbeautiful reprieve, my fate sealedpretty understanding is honest with her approachnever lying, open hearted and true even in sinwhere in darkness bane find myself oftengreat importance is purity of...

Across town. The streets of Waycross, Georgia, on the Okefenokeee as the streets ran cold with the torrents of rain's insanity bleeding down. Inside, she was stirring the Burgoo pot. "Y'all ain't never seen crawdads pissed like this,"Outside, the...