Eve Rounds

4:30am haunting

people often describe the music that my sister and i create, as “haunting”. to me, this as a compliment. i love the idea of the other side. of things unseen.

i’m fascinated by what’s left behind. a deep chill.

but i only enjoy the story. fictional. a harmless ghost.


no sleep

echoes rotate me awake.

and there they sit

indian style

somewhere between

my indigo – i gulp

and my yellow – i quiver


not a

too much candy tummy ache

nor a

sinking dread sensation

a well

black and mute



hey remember when baby jessica was trapped in that well back in ’87?  and of course “radio bart”, one of my all time favorite simpsons episodes.




It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.  


dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

.no . title .. here …

your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …