I often go for the scene.I want the story intertwined,In the angle of the bottle.The whole mood,Of the narrative,In the contour.And it is the angleAnd the contourThat keeps me in.Like a hungry cat before its food.

Down, down in the depth so deepNo one tried to find or seekLeft me there to rot and weepI lay my head down for you to keep Beat, beat for a heart in a chestManaging to get air inside the...

Dawn in your waking eyes, dusk in your dying eyes. Our eyelids peel in daybreak and embrace in nightfall.   There was an aurora of tears in your dusking eyes. Now a velvety blackness behind those fallen eyelids.   Now a death-like still in those tear-wells. Now a life-like rush in bulging...