My eyes have fallen sore and from having rivers flow from them, My vision is blurred from the spinning tenebrous,Maybe it’s…
An audio poem
They call me chaos, a complete contradictionto myself.Pages of disarray, defined as…
Know the wolves that hunt youknow the holes in the road and the bumps of the…
It rained,The pink of the flowers melted into a mystical mauve of matte,As the skies spilled their tales into…