In Remembrance

Sometimes there are things you want to say
And you’re all but bursting with it, like a child
Running outside into the rain, happy and carefree … More In Remembrance


Little one, I come to this place again Where vines crawl like snakes to wrap themselves Around the stone in which your name was carved The humid air stay still Not one leaf turned, not one bush swayed I want to bring you news from home About father’s constant battle with his demons Liquor, gambling … More Untainted