Red Room

serenity’s rows where dolorous cries trail off around sound corners

one more

a blossom clinging to its trembling siblings one more kind of love
of human frailty speaks the desert to the sun in timeless whispers

sell dated

careers sell dated demographic reasoning needs based rationale


observing, the fall lays claims, and stumbles, hope in short supply

late night leaves

bitter cold autumn saké warm like peppermint late night leaves withered

Arrayed for autumn

Arrayed for autumn, Yes. But – this is still a swamp, And it smells like it

Green Room

shepherds of the new heading out into the fields but no spring for me