
NORTHERN CLEAN UP

In a little tent up north, I sleep bare, wrapped in half-darkness, alone…

In a little tent up north, I sleep bare, wrapped in half-darkness, alone…

There is hunger- A vicious, unforgiving hunger It’s not that I don’t fantasize…

Beneath the mountains, I stood, a vessel of silent strength, my soul murmuring…

Objection, Overruled! A love versus a widow’s brawl… If thirteen years ago could…

With knotted rope in hand, he drags the chest, creaking under its hidden…
How many scars before the stars? How many nights alone and cold?…
Tend to her heart like a garden, where roses bloom with tender care.…