I roll over lethargically to mute the alarm, stretch—still under the covers—and blearily blink my eyes. The light outside is tender,...

And I stand electrified before the gods, and the fact of my impermanence itself leeching all of my life out of me, to seep out slow, like...

I am poised for the affliction. The anthems, aswirl with my blood. Lord, I have bled the oceans drier than salt in pursuit of Thy Name,...

Time alone, this is not good for me. I am become the solitude of trees, whose emblem is the forest, but whose heart is wooden in its...

They are strange hours, these that rise and fall with obsolescence. Spare me that deliverance to come; I want it now. Emancipate me,...

The heart is a swollen moon. God has eclipsed me. Thank God. For whoever designs himself aright? Nobody. There are only the stars to be...

The violin quivers with silence; there linger in the air the soft remnants of Hope for long thereafter. We imagine Eternities. We carve...

The people come with purpose and they leave without dismay, the coffee shop aromas rising all throughout the day. I watch them come, I...

Concourse of exiles. Dreams, they take us further than we ever were, into the entrance into great Unknown. 06/18/2017 Lake Oswego

Depression Cherry, the fifth studio album by Indie "dream pop" band Beach House, is both cavernous and expansive. Whilst listening, I am...