CITYSCAPE

THE HOUR OF THE OWL

PRACTICING MY SCENE

A ROAD OF FORKS

WE WANT AS MUCH

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

ABSURD BUT IN AN OPTIMISTIC WAY

TAKE IT ALL IN STRIDE

STAND UP STRAIGHT / LET ME GET A LOOK AT YOU

FROM A BOOK TO A CHAPTER TO A PARAGRAPH

TOWARDS THE BOTTOM OF THE TOP

THE SPIRAL TEMPLE

THE CRITICS ARE THE TRUE OPTIMISTS

WINE MANGLING THEIR WORDS

ACES UP YOUR SLEEVE

WIND WILL COME SWEEP ME ALONG