this is anger

a drum crash

i am angry

and nature is my maker

the empty pool in autumn

blows dead leaves in anguish

fallen soldiers in all versions

i am chaos

nature was my teacher

across the way

carrying ashes. to a house on the shore

in gray fogginess and cold, where the family

eats dinner and 

in a chair

i am silent

you are my prayer

the misgivings about

a broken clock

on christmas

a burnt out light bulb

4 years in a closet

alone forever

birds flying out

of an open window

the shattered hopes of all the people

a swan

a song. alaling the battered 

i love kissing you

you're the softest body ive ever touched

salty tears

early morning

my warm body

laughing

nighttime driving & infinite yawning

i am colorful

there are so many

ivy on a dirt path

where there's a 

boat

in the desert

tarantula at dusk

half-empty wine bottle

solace solace

an orange burning sun

'my son'

pipe at sunset

water.

a middle day riddle

from a 6 yr. old

my world apart at 2 30

that death

complete

paradise in a high discussion about islands & freedom

the world now

a distress

I am even.