Foliage

This piece is the one that started it all back up again. It brought me back to my voice, which has been a struggle to find for the past 15 or so years. I hope it has the power to make you feel something of what I felt when I wrote it. That is a feeling I live to impart to the world with my writing...

... You know, when I'm not writing about death, destruction, and the like.

From whence love comes;

so to ventures

the soul-

a vessel left

cavernous

and wilting.

Hollow wisps

dancing in

drifting husks-

enriching soils

upon which

they fall.

Hooves pattering

to impress

the fauna that begs growth.

Packed earth.

The nudest berth

for which it burgeons;

a bed

to rest

our heads.

And watch

it all rise

around and about

us.