Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterIt’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now
A Little Wanting SongShow me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen: Poems and SongsWe are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.
The Last SongWhen we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.
Love Is a Mix TapeTo drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!
Song of Myself