Saturday, March 24, 2012 at 4:10 pm

I find you dead in dreams It seems as though I’m looking for something that is never to be found Buckle me down, the way they did when I was young There is more in that bag wiggling round, I see it Hangman always in the way, grapes and vines Stinging eyes never see, you […]

Categories: Blood

From my eyes

Friday, March 16, 2012 at 2:11 am

Sometimes I want to lie down in a field and let the grass grow over my weary days, to wake up in another time entangled tree roots and crocus bulbs. To let you all go as I close my eyes, that I may dream everything is as I see it, not this dark churning in […]

Categories: Journal