Field Recordings

Every other word is truth. To cipher the weal take a pen and scratch out eyes. To shade, to cross. My ghastly toe-headed conspirator, the pale is the knife wiped clean.  The vowels we speak are valves for your sweet breath... It's a good lil poem inspired by spywork, romance, and always self reflection. Now if that isn't  a non-answer, I don't know what is. Original journal post here.

"Incantation" was written in 2010, and then was elongated and then abbreviated before it firmed up in its current form. It was originally entitled "Is Mine."