ISSUES

In this hamlet I am resting at once. Conifers litter my feet. At my back is bark and a hundred years. Towards heaven the tower’s many...

If God was real, he’d bring me back to you Give me one last supper so I could nourish myself with your cooking Let your wisdom guide me...

I remember the first song I ever wrote fully fleshed out and written in scraggly handwriting only readable to me. And, it was about...