Week 3-Reality Dependent

Oh fuck I miss you,

Like some veins miss a needle. 

Like I miss your pain.  


Out of a Muddy Death


Ophelia swims!
Just when you thought you’d drowned me,
I came up for air.

Hosea 6:3- “He Will Come to us Like Rain…”

Yes! Bring on the rain!
Adonai, wash it away.
This year of my hell.

Haiku of Distractions

All busy and noise
Keeps out the murmur below,
“Oh sweet God, help me!”

Pain, Past, and Protest Songs

With you my heart stopped
But “times they are a changin'”
Au revoir, Triste.