Adam

We’re fallen and the compass still points south when we forsake aubade, hear dusk’s slain song when we forsake discretion, use our mouth to slander, wound, embrace that which is wrong We’re broken: guilty with corrupt face, eye and still a voice reminds us of our hate the hardest hearts can break, lament this sigh […]

Fall

You see the gold flake leaves and Auburn blankets, the cherry cream bloom covers trees like jackets, the sunlight glinting through the glade like rosy prophetic oracle: exquisite, cozy, but Autumn is corrupt, a reject’s Prozac, commotion simulating tranquil soundtrack, don’t you see all things are abortive dry rot? The very color of a dying […]