Plum Season

My mother loved the summer But not for the weather She loved the mid-season plums June, July, August sweet ones My father kept them plenty Always stocked in our pantry Some ripe and some well past peak Till she was too sick to eat Still at my childhood home The only home that I’ve known…

Futura

Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it’s lonely here, there’s no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that’s an order! Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won’t be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The…

Under the dark sky

Leave behind the hearth and home The cold hands of the wind reach inside, warm my heart High on a hill near the sky… Wake in the night by the call of the wind It pulls like the moon at the core of my heart The storm alone I know… Feel the wind blow shrieking…