Perhaps to hang Means to plant yourself so deeply In a puddle so still That your body becomes the roots Of the reflection of a tree Like...

Sitting on the floor Raised from the dead Of past lives And delusion By a god I'm getting to know For the first time again Reading tarot...

Aesic Bard's corpus - Dug Earth's fortune - Grew Heathens in Jotun kind's lands. Memories now open - Proud questers' rewards - Stills...

You from a past age, so naive, a hurt soul. If only, yes if only The past version saw, what they would become. wondrous, woeful? How...

Hail the strength of the Mother left bereft yet living on The loss of son so sharp the air is made of knives carving out our hearts with...

Absolutely anything beneath bark's beauty could conceivably construct death. Diversely... Days? Everything enlists fragile fateless...

O my god Oh my god Thank you for hiding with me The other one wasn’t here He wasn’t When he said he’d be But you were All of you were And...

I'll make an example of you They'll make an example of me But at least I've got Your fucking hand

Bring me back a shell From those brown sugar beaches I'll fill it with a poem Written in a life Where we could have gone beachcombing...