Contrival

Ground of my being, essence and core  You are the way back to myself   Find me for I am lost   I desire your home   Sweet union

thank you for rain thank you for rain on the dry soil of my heart

Traipsing around the flat Coffee in hand I scuff my foot And set off the trill rattle of a nursery rhyme contained in the garish pla...

This is the end of a massive bender The sun is up on our excess We can’t stand up any longer We have not talked straight for thirty ye...

Deep the humus words that seek essential sense Your dark riches evade language Lock in meaning with nutrients Pierce the faded flesh o...