GONE
By Martin Jones The gray of slate in a rainstorm, of dry leaves on the heath, of waking to funerals, of thoughts lacking form. The gray...
GONE
NIGHT TERRORS AND DAYS PAST
HOT BLOOD
I LIE DOWN WITH YOUR BONES
LOSS, (PROLOGUE TO RELEASE)
THE THINGS I SAW IN MY DREAMS
A MOTHERSET
THE SOUL FLEES THE UNDERWORLD
DNL
"SCISSORS SCATTER THE GROUND BECAUSE....."
BOUND ATOP THE SURFACE
A RECRUDESCENT REIGN
LET THE RIVER SPEAK
(NOT SO) CLEAN & SOBER
THE LONGEST TOMORROW
UNREACHABLE
CHERRY STONES, MY DEAR DEER
COMMUNITY STANDARDS
IN THE END
IN YOUR WORLD