Knives

The Last Vestiges

A Dreg Of Red

Your Smile A Stone Shattering My Breath

Dips And Proclivities

More Than A Simple Shoreline

Landscape Faux - Naif

Sheets Surfacing Like An Ocean

Space Usually Given Over To The Knives

Her Hair A Dark River, And In It's Depths Ghosts And Goblins

No Trace Of Food, Or Grief

Four Small Rooms

Marche B2

2300 Skiddoo

Heavy Lace

Of Water Plants And Figurines

Sand Melody

Window Composing Trees

Beyond Which The Blue Trembles