If I was a new man, awake and well spoken. The yard began to flood, but the sky was still open. I would write down a song, a song of sorrow or of passion. The barn owl's watching. The neighbors were praying. So we took to the road with a trunk full of bones. My gun was not lowered. Blood was painted on stone. My mouth had a sweet tooth. The seagull stayed grounded in the garden by the ruins. Let the current sweep us home.


from The Cottage, The Creek & The Spirit, released December 18, 2015



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