White Gazelle

She has skin kissed by the sun And stands like a palm tree In the shade of a mountain Shy, faced turned in to the shadows Her firewood hands burn from ember eyes

White Gazelle

She has skin kissed by the sun And stands like a palm tree In the shade of a mountain Shy, faced turned in to the shadows Her firewood hands burn from ember eyes

On losing your keys (July 22nd 2014)

I got a text the other night. I’ve gotten texts just like it in the past. A sort of greeting after an intermediate period of absence. You see, I walked away when I knew there was nothing more that I

On losing your keys (July 22nd 2014)

I got a text the other night. I’ve gotten texts just like it in the past. A sort of greeting after an intermediate period of absence. You see, I walked away when I knew there was nothing more that I

Highness

I stare I shouldn’t, but I want to I have to I can’t bear not looking at her I can stare, or I can obviously not stare, and I would rather be looked at oddly as I take in her

Highness

I stare I shouldn’t, but I want to I have to I can’t bear not looking at her I can stare, or I can obviously not stare, and I would rather be looked at oddly as I take in her

All these things that I’ve done

You don’t just hold on with your hands You hold on with your arms by wrapping them around their waist to stop them from leaving You hold on with your feet by running after them You hold on with your

All these things that I’ve done

You don’t just hold on with your hands You hold on with your arms by wrapping them around their waist to stop them from leaving You hold on with your feet by running after them You hold on with your

Pacemaker

I’m happy without you I’m having fun without you I’m funny without you I’m loving without you I’m making it without you I’m living without you I’m alive without you But without you, I’m not myself

Pacemaker

I’m happy without you I’m having fun without you I’m funny without you I’m loving without you I’m making it without you I’m living without you I’m alive without you But without you, I’m not myself

On losing your keys (June 10th 2014)

The last time I talked to my best friend was sometime in December of last year. That was the last time we really talked. Not just hey how are you I’m fine you. There’s no reason that I know of

On losing your keys (June 10th 2014)

The last time I talked to my best friend was sometime in December of last year. That was the last time we really talked. Not just hey how are you I’m fine you. There’s no reason that I know of

An ode to Battersea Power Station

They hollowed you out And carved you up With a glowing facade But the flame in you Will always burn beautifully

An ode to Battersea Power Station

They hollowed you out And carved you up With a glowing facade But the flame in you Will always burn beautifully