Current Residence: Lowell, MA|
Former Residences: Montreal, QC
Los Angeles, CA
And various towns within Massachusetts
Some of my favorite songs.
ThousandDays split between A-flat major and C-sharp minor,Thousand by Craazhy
though, without cease, the music playing—
her love: the steady and low cello hum—
is the music playing in my heart.
A warm sonata cascading.
My sailor to her siren,
if only she sings.
Flourish the minuet
and let not our dance fade
amidst a thousand teacup keynotes.
The night sky has fallen to witness us.
You and I will play them every song we know.
Abyssinia, HenryHallowed Father, Korea has been unkind.Abyssinia, Henry by Craazhy
A split in the good, clean earth turns the other children into ghosts,
wailing in an agony over a past that never was.
Can you still requisition aid when it rains?
Come in, Hallowed Father.
Can you read me from the bottom of that western sea due east?
Little DragonWas it the full moon?Little Dragon by Craazhy
Up over skyhigh sands?
One can't help but wonder
if, after shedding blood
and forsaking love,
this does not need to be the end.
RainsoakedMelancholy thunder.Rainsoaked by Craazhy
Lipstick tubes clatter against rainsoaked concrete.
There should be something here that says "stay away from Los Angeles."
The moon hears the things I tell her through the window;
Even the peacocks are white."
She does not want to see me hurt though she has every reason.
Northeast winter traffic that says "I work harder than you."
Diamond chains bound to bloodsoaked hardwood.