Scraps #5

Nothing was like it had appeared to us at the start We’d come back around, looked at it from the other side And that view was wholly...

Scraps #3

There was something hideous in my desire A monstrous need that would stalk me endlessly Someday I hope to just sit and watch the flowers...

Scraps #2

Their love was one of necessity. They kept with each other so that when they burned their bridges, they had someone with them to watch...

Scraps #1

Verdigris on a black umbrella A circle made of silver masses A pattern of shoes a black trellis Bridgework stone, rough passage I leapt,...