There are certain moonlit nightswhen the garden calls.I value my time there.Not the roses.Not the lilies.Not all that otherfancy shit.The tulips.Especially in July,when the humidity won't let up,and the windows are open,and the whole nightsmells like sweat and heat.Put...

in tempo with my sadness I keenholding close to my feelings unless they slip freeinto the void where I am left with nothingsolace need, just to feelwithin me I am greymy emotions laced with the agony of forgetfulnessI'm losing...

morose of feeling, melancholy in my presentationSlowly unfurling my blueYou decorate my dreams so beautifullymy pain drawn close is a rich indigosadness is a faded denimso often I wear itsecluded shelter, I am socialbut find emptiness in the noiseyou're...

  Some days the skyturns dark early.Pink is obscured by gray.Rain against the window,clouds hanging low.The kind of daythat makes you wantto crawl back into bed. Life is good.I know that.There are poems to write.Breakfast needs to be made.A few thingsthat...