a touch of whiskey
a touch of whiskey
a delicate bit of code
a saturday night
a touch of whiskey
a delicate bit of code
a saturday night
bird rests on a bench
sharing it's songs of the fall
whispers of shadow
a mirror reveals
shadows of our former selves
the bastards must go
nasty old white men
violating sacred oaths
the heartless bastards
stand and hold silent
and listen to their voices
women matter
surpressing voices
a mockery of justice
register and vote
casting long shadows
as the sun says its good night
to be in silence
breathe deep and believe
your courage is contagious
speak out your story
another year gone
relegated to dust bins
how many candles?
a crack is forming
attraction of broken things
monday morning blues