Tenderness... brutal and sharp, vulnerable - violet crocus against empty snow. In this shining void i can't seem to find the leak much...

Sometimes growth is a bullet. This pain is an endless echo. I believed that enough love and enough patience could fix anyone, but I...

MOKSHA-UN I want to be the empty hanging frame and the wall. Nail. Hammer. The blue missing in a gray day. I want to be the point of...

Dripping In and Out Damp and green - the entire world it seems. Blue and gray striations sit low and heavy against the white sky,...