A poem by P.K. Winterway — Marching into the viper’s den is next to godliness and foolishness combined, Intertwined with the sensibility that something can be done about the world Simply by walking the steps of a sheep in wolf’s clothing, Betrothing a bizarre union of blind courage, faith and fight left inside. Yet one needs…

A horror poem by Pierre Roustan — Horns, hellfire, spikes and spit Does the so-called devil derive his wit? Does he cry, does he hate, does he hide In shadow, of fractal, fragmented hearts, with pride? Or does he lurk inside the mind, assigned As wicked puppet master to the masses of the blind? I say no…

A poem of holiness by P.K. Winterway — The 4-corner ring is my palace of peace, My salvation station, and I’m not complacent With the fury that is God, breaking breakwaters To swallow floodgates into nothingness But a crystalline sea that had swarmed To silence the naysayers, soothsayers, Doomsayers and mind flayers of this age. Lace the boots…

A Poem by P.K. Winterway — The World of P.K. Winterway Introducing the debut from the newest author to grace your soul: The Whitehill Ghostwritermedium.com The cold of white washes color from my mind, Bleeding strands of hollow, faded furloughs Of imprisoned demons, blacker than pitch, set free — Such is the yin and yang of a bladed boomerang Circling to slice my heart in two as I breathe shards, Raspy inhalation, wheezing with utter mediocrity…

A Haunting Poem About Blind Beauty — P.K. Winterway — The World of P.K. Winterway Introducing the debut from the newest author to grace your soul: The Whitehill Ghostwritermedium.com At first glance, I don’t realize sight’s a song of lost memory, His vision vacant, cold, hollow, like smoke of a deadened fire Storms fought with the tears of God, opaque and ominous — Because he sees with many other eyes.

A Poem by P.K. Winterway — The World of P.K. Winterway Introducing the debut from the newest author to grace your soul: The Whitehill Ghostwritermedium.com I sit on my knees with God’s earth gracing me below, The slow, determined pelt of tears that melt into my clothes As I face the slab of stone alone, clothed and betrothed In solitude, sanctified, yet solemn — Filled with sorrow, yet singing for more, For peace, the quiet of my soul, to…

A Poem by P.K. Winterway — Room of dozen doors suddenly slamming With the force of a thousand thunders, The cracks of lightning lacerating me to bleed The tears of chasms, voids, yet bound By nays to hopeful desire. If kings of no thrones, of throes neverending, If Heaven was nothing but a box under Excrement, maggots, worms…

A Poem by P.K. Winterway — Just shut up, shut up. Shut. Up. they say With duct tape strapped across my face, debased From that taken-for-granted sake of humanity Thinking it’s vanity when it’s not, But having a voice, I thought. More and more, I’m compelled to silence, And I can just cry out with the question…