The Devil's Diaries

Whose truth will be accepted         as war rages against my memories            I cannot say for certain what I expected          or ev...

Despair rose up in me like a flash flood, so quickly that it had almost reached my heart, when I heard a snuffling.  The dog who smelled...

In the desert I crawl alone sweat and fatigue all that I own I cry for nothing I cry for nothing

When he dropped me I fell And it was close, the ground               so close that I could smell the grass as the sky reformed ...

One swallow does not a summer make. Knowing matters.  Why does it matter?  Because it does.  It matters .  But that’s the game—the t...

The peace which comes my love there is no lock on the door And now you can shut out nothing let alone the memory of the war Som...

I do not walk through this disaster with my hands covering my eyes I do not step across the ruins of this fragmented, shattered sh...