Saturday, June 20, 2009

He sits darkly, always inside me.  On my skin.  In that place I can't put words to.  My unrung ladder.  My forgotten feathered hope.  My unearthly incredulous pain.


  1. I channel things when I write that do not have to be tied to a currently personal situation. I rarely write out of my present emotional circumstance. So it's about no one, and everyone.